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‘Didn’t We Park Our Rental Car Right There?’

A stolen Kia is the latest setback for Mark Baldwin on pro golf’s winding road

By Ryan French

I opened the shades of our Airbnb, looked outside and paused. “Didn’t we park our rental car right there?” 

Former PGA Tour member Edward Loar once told me, “If it’s too good to be true, it’s too good to be true.” He was referring to mini-tour events, but the same can be said for inexpensive Airbnbs. Mark Baldwin had just missed at the 3M Monday qualifier, and we needed to get a house for the following day’s Colorado Open. As often happens, we hadn’t planned very well. Mark scrolled through the website and came upon a three-bedroom home just 20 minutes from Green Valley Ranch, home of the Colorado Open. It was only $96 a night—an obvious red flag. We scoured the reviews, and they looked pretty good. We double-checked the location of the course. “There has to be something wrong,” we repeated to each other. But with time not on our side and looking for something budget-friendly after a $2,000 one-day trip (entry fee, flight, hotel, car) to the Monday qualifier, we pulled the trigger. 

We landed in Denver and headed to get our rental car at Avis. Mark is a preferred member, one of the few perks of being on the road all the time. The electronic board pointed us to spot N15. Waiting there was a Kia Optima, pretty basic transportation that was fine with us. The only unusual thing was the state of the car; it was in rough shape, with numerous scratches, a broken door handle and a small crack in the windshield. Mark took pictures to ensure he wouldn’t be held responsible for the damage already on the car when he returned it. 

As soon as our GPS showed we were within a mile of our rental house, we quickly realized why the nightly fee was less than $100. Dilapidated buildings lined the streets, and the remaining homes were sagging. We pulled up to our house on Thrill Street—not making this up—and it didn’t get better. The grass was shaggy, there were weeds along the house, and the backyard had two couches thrown in the corner with garbage bags on them. Mark and I shared a good laugh as we pulled up to our home for the week. Eclectic Airbnb houses are something we are used to. The prpperty didn’t have a driveway, so we parked on the street directly in front. Out of habit, I took Mark’s clubs out of the trunk and brought them with us. The inside of the house was in excellent shape, although the kitchen was crowded with a washer and dryer. With a long day of traveling and an early tee time for the following day’s pro-am, we went to bed. 


The buzzing from my alarm woke me up at 5:30 a.m., and after showering and dressing, I went to the kitchen, where Mark was making coffee. That was when I slid back the curtain to look out onto the street.

“Our car is gone,” I said. Mark laughed and said, “No way. No way. No way.” I started laughing and went outside to investigate. Did we park on the wrong side of the road and get towed? No, there were cars on the same side we had parked. Did we break some city ordinance? No, the only visible sign was street sweeping on Thursdays. It was Wednesday. Our car had most definitely been stolen. Mark and I shook our heads in amazement. 

I called 911—I first tried 311, but no one answered—and the operator ran the license plate through the system and confirmed what we already knew; the car was now officially stolen. The operator said an officer would be out as soon as one was available. 

In the meantime, Mark’s 7:30 a.m. tee time was creeping up. With no car, we checked the Uber situation. We agreed that if an officer didn’t arrive soon, Mark would head to the pro-am, and I would stay back to handle the police report. But soon after, an officer rolled up. She informed us that Kia models were being stolen almost four to one over any other car. (A quick Google search revealed there is a systemic flaw that allows them to be driven away without a key fob once a criminal smashes his or her way inside.) She suggested we ask for something other than a Kia when we returned to Avis. She handed us a report number, and we called for an Uber. 

During the entire trip to the course and most of the time before teeing off, Mark was on hold with Avis. When he finally reached an operator, he let them know the situation and reserved a replacement car.

After the pro-am—Mark won a skin worth $475—we got a ride with one of our playing partners from GolfTec, one of Mark’s sponsors, who generously put us up in a hotel for the rest of the week. 

We arrived at Avis (again), but the electronic board didn’t have Mark’s name on it this time. He headed for the back of the long line. After waiting nearly 30 minutes, he got up to the counter and explained the situation. “Kia?” the clerk asked. “Mark nodded.

We secured a Chevy Malibu, returned to the Airbnb, quickly packed our belongings and headed for the hotel. 

It was just another setback and colorful tale along the winding road that we call “The Grind.” 

4 thoughts on “‘Didn’t We Park Our Rental Car Right There?’”

  1. Fergus McGrath

    Brilliant tale, once again.
    Ryan gives us a real inside look at life on the road for these guys.

  2. The prison-like bars on the doors and windows was a dead giveaway. I’m from the big city – you never stay at a place like that…ever. Sorry about what happened to you and I learned something…never rent a Kia. They’re rolling piles of junk anyway. Best of luck in the tournament…you deserve it!

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