Who Owns Indianapolis Based United Road Towing ?

Today I had a small window of time in which I was informed I had to correct errors made by the State Computer system. Despite being on medical leave, I had to do this in order to have health insurance for the coming year. In order to do this I had to drive to Government Center. For those who are not familiar with Indianapolis, it is a Hugh complex with what looks like gun turrets on the top. It is a great palace build to house "those of importance" who work for the in state government. This complex covers several humongous blocks and has tunnels that connect it to parking and the State House and other locations. I drove around for 45 minutes because the parking lot for state employees was full, and construction had Hugh number of meters out of use. It was cold, the roads were icy and I wasn't thrilled to be on this expedition. In the process of trying to find a place to park, I was almost hit by two different taxi cab drivers. In frustration I drove to the the back of the Government building and parked in what appeared to me a 20 minute parking zone.

When I finally got side, I had no trouble finding the conference room where I needed to be. I had a brief wait and the young lady that finally assisted me by putting a number in the computer and all was completed in less than two minutes. (We couldn't have done this by phone?) So, less Thant 10 minutes after I arrived I cam back and found my car gone. I very blink hard over and over, because I was sure this was a bad dream. All the other cars that were parked there before me were still there, but mine was gone. I came back in and check with checked with some offices and was told that I need to check with the State Police Office at the end of the hall.

I go into the State Police Office and ask about my Vechilel. I describe is as a red vehicle as a 4x4. The angry officer asked if it was a "red 97 Ford Explorer?" Yes. (It sticks out like a sore thumb because it has AC stickers all over it...) He said angrily that I was park in a towing zone... (So were a dozen City and State Police Cars and a Legislators car...) He said my car was towed. He haded me a piece of paper and told me I has to go to 600 South Alabama to get my car. The cost was $95 for towing and $25 for storage. Storage, I blinked, I haven't been gone 10 minutes... The battery on my cell phone was dead and my charger was in the car. They did offer to let me use the phone, but I was in tears when I explained I had no one I could call, because my numbers are all stored in the phone.

So, on this nice winter day, dispute being on sick leave, I set off to walk the couple miles to find the garage where my vehicle is impounded. I get to South Alabama Street and it dead ends at the Marion county Jail. So, I go inside and ask the "deer int he head light" looking officer at th front desk where I need to go, I show her may paper work, and she directs me to the City County Building.

I am amazed as I walk though downtown Indy. No one makes eye contact and no body smiles. This town that was once known for it's warm small town feel. Now has become full of tortured souls who wander blindly.

So, back up the road I walk. I get to the City County Building and have to go thru the metal detectors before I can even ask questions. I remove my coat, and go thru the metal detector and it beeps. So, I get pulled to the side and have to roll up my pant legs and be waved by the metal detector wand. Then, the other officer states I have "lots of metal in my purse and it has to be searched. (A tiny digital camera and a coin purse is apparently lots of metal.) Then I am instructed to open my purse and empty the contents. The officer fumbles thru my belongins and opens a small leather pouch in which there are condoms. She stares as me. (Yes, I try to practice safe sex when I get the opportunity.) She then pulls out my coin purse and goes through my pennies. She opens my lip gloss and checks out the color. Now, that I have be totally dehumanized, I finally am cleared and direct to a window down the hall.

I get in line and wait. When I finally get to the window the woman informs me that the vehicle is at the State Towing Garage at South and Delaware. So, down the icy roads I tread again. I finally get to South and Delaware when I see a large sign that states the two office is a 1/2 block north. This trip down the icy road I fall, my hip and knee hurt.

I get to the window and the woman working there cites I need proof of ownership for the vehicle. I explain that my registration is in the vehicle when the law requires it to be. She finally agrees to let me access the vehicle to get the registration. On the way back I fall on the ice again.

I wait while she is on the phone complaining about the printer not working. There is a female Indianapolis Police offices with an angry look glaring out the widow.

I pay my fines. Then decided to ask some questions. Who owns the Business? The employee responds United Road Towing. Yes, I see that I respond. But, who Owns United Road Towing. She gets very angry and responds she doesn't know. I ask how many vehicles are towed there each day. She gets even more angry and responds she doesn't know. "Wow." "You work here and don't know who owns the business?" "What is your name?" She points to some signs an tell me to leave. I said this will be a great article she walks away.

I slip and slide on the ice as I walk to my vehicle. I then spie that there is a warning tick on the windsheld from the same Officer Friendly that had my vechilde towed. I made a mistake when I thought it said 20 minute zone, but certianly the punish ment didn't fit the crime. I get to the gate and wait. I wait and beep my horn. Finally , the gate opens and I am free to legally drive the lovely streets of Indianapolis once more.