I have only been to Baltimore a few times. During the 90’s I had to stop there on three occasions, while traveling either to or from Washington DC.
1. My Sportster broke down on I95 in Baltimore. I had to WALK it down the ramp to a gas station, who recommended a motorcycle repair person whom he would gladly call to tow the bike to his repair shop. My husband and I had to stay overnight in the worst fleabag motel I have ever seen. I had to leave the bike behind and come back for it when it was ready.
2. A month later, hubby and I went back to Baltimore to pick up the bike. The guy wanted $1300, claiming he had to re-weld the frame. After paying and driving away, the bike broke down again with the same exact issue as before. Had it towed back to the guy and demanded he fix it for free this time.
3. Another week goes by and this time Hubby, some “club members” and I went back to get the bike. This time, the whole shop was GONE. We did some snooping around with neighbors and found the guy’s address. We went there, and there was my Sportster in the yard! We loaded it onto the pick-up truck and went back to MA. We stayed overnight in a Super8 (name-brand) Motel on Pulaski Highway, but were kept awake all night long because the filthy place was being rented out by the half-hour, if you catch my drift.
Since as long as I can remember, Baltimore has been a sh%*hole. Long before I was even a Trump Supporter I knew this to be a fact.
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Incredible description of this flea ridden city LTOS.....
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