Another of my favorites. The Indian Trail Motel is the largest paper-on-foamcore building I have built. Including the diner, out of site to the left, it is 34 inches long. It is right across the highway behind the trailer park.
The Indian Trail model is not the most elegant or classy place, an image exacerbated by the working girls who rent rooms by the hour there, but city council and the police look the other way because they'd rather the motel made enough to pay its taxes and keep this particular trade where it is rather than see it maybe move into a higher class part of town.
But looks can sometimes be deceiving. This is not what it seems. Here is Veranda Turbine, temporarily discredited Hollywood starlet, way down on her luck and slumming it out of necessity, meeting John Beresford Tipton III, the richest man in the world and her future husband. Mean-tongued gossips said that each was only interested in the size of certain aspects of the other, but in fact it was love at first sight . . .