So check out how cool this is, we slept in the room next to a bonafide Aston Martin at the Motel 6 in Big Springs, Nebraska! It looks like Her Majesty's Secret Service was hit by the recession just as hard as we yanks. 
Big Springs is a great little freeway stop just about at the border of Nebraska and Colorado. The town features a fabulous little Motel 6, distiguished by a 12-foot deep swimming pool which has somehow been overlooked by the people who make sure traveling children stay undrowned. Right next door is the Sam Bass Saloon and Steakhouse, which was somehow overlooked by the people who make sure traveling adults stay unfat. How could someone possibly leave their $200,000 car in that parking lot? Clearly the owner (who I met while checking in, and is as snooty and British as I had hoped for) wasn't watching it too closely as we all gathered around the fabulous machine and took pictures. Even worse, how hard must it be to see all those bug guts get all over your car? 
So I absolutely had to have a picture of the Aston Martin in front of the $49.99 sign. I required Sara to pose there until the sign changed over, the whole time we were worrying that James Bond would come out with guns blazing. These are the risks that the avid tourist must take. Now we know how those National Geographic alligator photographers feel. While I was checking into the motel I heard the owner of this vehicle having a great conversation with the bumpkin hotel owner:Hank: That's a nice car ya got there, what is that a Chrysler?
Nigel: Actually that's an Aston Martin.
Hank: Do ya like it?
Nigel: No, I bought a $200,000 car that I wasn't very fond of.
Hank: (after awkward pause) You from 'round here?
Nigel: ...sigh...
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