This place is one notch above a dump. First, the door to the room looked like it was painted by a chimp with a dry brush. The bed was an old box spring mattress, which is still responsible for neck and back pain days later. The bedding sheets and blankets were circa 1960, and probably just as old. The room I had was not designed for business travelers since all I had was a small round table with a couple of chairs. Unlike most up-to-date motels with wall-mounted soap systems, the shower had a half-dollar-sized piece (both in circumference and thickness) of soap to shower with. The hotel itself has no visible lobby or check-in sign on or near the door. Parking can get tough, and I couldn't imagine what they would do if they were sold out.
Other than that, everything was 'fine'.