Due to a serious case of cabin fever in the secluded mountains of Western North Carolina, I decided to make a day trip this weekend to the famous Vanderbilt monstrosity called the Biltmore Estate. Before reaching my destination though, I found the polka dot car making more noise than it should. As I wound down steep mountains in the fog and rain, I thankfully sputtered to a random roadside mechanic.
Before I knew it, I was back on the road and on my way to the largest private residence in the country with over 250 rooms full of fancy art stuff and decadence unheard of in the 1890s. Biltmore built more! Get it?