I opened the shades of our Airbnb, looked outside and paused. “Didn’t we park our rental car suitable there?”
Previous PGA Tour member Edward Loar when explained to me, “If it is much too great to be real, it is too fantastic to be genuine.” He was referring to mini-tour events, but the same can be stated for affordable Airbnbs. Mark Baldwin experienced just skipped at the 3M Monday qualifier, and we required to get a home for the following day’s Colorado Open. As generally transpires, we hadn’t planned pretty very well. Mark scrolled via the web-site and came on a a few-bedroom property just 20 minutes from Environmentally friendly Valley Ranch, home of the Colorado Open. It was only $96 a night—an obvious crimson flag. We scoured the testimonials, and they appeared really fantastic general. We double-checked the location of the course. “There has to be anything wrong,” we repeated to every single other. But with time not on our aspect and looking for a thing spending budget welcoming after a $2,000 just one-working day journey (entry cost, flight, resort, motor vehicle) to the Monday qualifier, we pulled the cause.
We landed in Denver and headed for our rental motor vehicle at Avis. Mark is a most popular member, a person of the couple benefits of currently being on the street all the time. The electronic board pointes us to location N15. Ready there was a Kia Optima, rather simple transportation that was high-quality with us. The only strange matter was the state of the automobile it was in rough condition for a rental vehicle, with a lot of scratches, a damaged doorway deal with, and a compact crack in the windshield. Mark took pics to be certain he would not be held dependable for the damage already on the car when he returned it.
As before long as our GPS confirmed we were within just a mile of our rental residence, we promptly recognized why the nightly charge was significantly less than $100. Dilapidated structures lined the streets, and the remaining residences have been sagging. We pulled up to our dwelling on Thrill Street—not earning this up—and it didn’t get far better. The grass was shaggy, there were weeds alongside the property, and the backyard had two couches thrown in the corner with garbage baggage on them. Mark and I shared a superior chuckle as we pulled up to our home for the week. Eclectic Airbnb homes are a little something we are utilized to. The home did not have a driveway, so we parked on the road directly in front. Out of pattern, I took Mark’s clubs out of the trunk and introduced them with us. The inside of of the home was in exceptional shape, even though the kitchen was crowded with a outfits washer and dryer. With a very long day of touring and an early tee time for the next day’s professional-am, we went to mattress early.
The buzzing from my alarm woke me up at 5:30 am, and after showering and dressing, I went to the kitchen where by Mark was generating espresso. That was when I slid again the curtain to seem out onto the avenue.
“Our vehicle is absent,” I stated out loud. Mark laughed and reported, “No way. No way. No way.” I commenced laughing and went outdoors to examine. Did we park on the erroneous side of the road and get towed? No, there had been automobiles on the exact facet we had parked. Did we split some town ordinance? No, the only indicator obvious was street sweeping on Thursdays and it was Wednesday. Our car or truck had most absolutely been stolen. Mark and I just shook our heads in amazement.
I referred to as 911—I initial tried using 311, but no just one answered—and the operator ran the license plate by the procedure and confirmed what we presently understood it was now formally stolen. The operator claimed an officer would be out as soon as 1 was accessible.
In the meantime, Mark’s 7:30 am tee time was creeping up on us. With no vehicle, we checked the Uber circumstance. We agreed that if an officer did not pull up soon, Mark would head to the professional-am, and I would continue to be back to deal with the law enforcement report. But before long immediately after, an officer rolled up. She knowledgeable us that Kia’s were getting stolen practically four to one particular more than any other car or truck. (A rapid Google research reveals there is a systemic flaw that enables them to be driven absent with out a key fob as soon as a legal smashes their way inside of.) She recommended that we talk to for anything other than a Kia when we returned to Avis. She handed us a report selection, and we termed for an Uber.
For the full trip to the training course and most of the time prior to teeing off, Mark was on hold with Avis. When he at last achieved an operator, he permit them know the predicament and reserved a substitute motor vehicle.
Just after the professional-am—Mark won a pores and skin worth $475—we bought a journey with a single of our taking part in associates from GolfTec, a single of Mark’s sponsors, who generously put us up in a hotel for the relaxation of the 7 days.
We arrived at Avis (once more), but the digital board didn’t have Mark’s name this time. He headed for the back again of the prolonged line. Immediately after waiting around virtually thirty minutes, he bought up to the counter to describe the circumstance. As soon as he spelled out the condition, the clerk reported, “Kia?” Mark nodded.
We secured our new Chevy Malibu, returned to the Airbnb, speedily packed up our possessions and headed for the hotel.
It is just an additional setback, and vibrant tale, alongside the winding highway that we contact “The Grind.”