“I refuse to parallel park the Eurovan,” I recently told a friend in San Francisco. “I will park a mile away from my destination, just to avoid it.”
PO BOX THE EUROVAN
Saturday, January 30, 2010
City Parking
TO AVOID PARALLEL PARKING, THE EUROVAN EXPLORES A VARIETY OF OPTIONS
“I refuse to parallel park the Eurovan,” I recently told a friend in San Francisco. “I will park a mile away from my destination, just to avoid it.”
“That’s ridiculous,” he said.
But I can explain. At age 16, my dad’s old Westphalia vanagon left an emotional scar on my confidence as a new driver. I failed my driver’s test before ever leaving the parking lot: I couldn’t parallel park. My mother tells me it was the first time I ever failed at anything. I wanted to blame the experience on the Volkswagen, but that evening, at a surprise birthday party thrown by a group of my best friends (most of whom already had their driver’s licenses), I learned to swallow my pride.
Walking into the party, my friends mixed greetings of “Surprise!” with giggles and:
“You failed your driver’s test!”
“Oh, Chase. ”
“You really didn’t make it out of the parking lot?”
“We always new you were a spaz.”
And, again: “Oh, Chase,” coupled with exaggerated sighs.
Several months later, behind the wheel of a friend’s Jeep Cherokee, I passed my driver’s test. But here’s a little secret: I failed parallel parking again. The instructor told me that as long as I didn’t get any more points taken off, I could still pass the test. (And you can bet your ass I didn’t make any more mistakes).
Over the last ten years, I religiously avoided parallel parking. It took some effort, but in San Francisco this last week, I managed to not break my record. Some evenings, one of the friends I was staying with would scout for large parking spaces that the Eurovan could back into. She would awkwardly park her Toyota, and then graciously move it to a smaller spot when the Eurovan arrived. Sometimes I would park seven, eight, nine blocks away and then walk to a friend’s apartment with my arms filled with my sleeping bag and pillow.
Here’s what I want to know: how many other dirtbags can’t parallel park their rigs? I have total confidence in those of you who grew-up in cities and drive Toyota Corollas, Honda Fits, and Subaru Legacies. But what about that big veggie oil Ford truck? Or that Dodge van? Or even that Toyota Tacoma?
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dang Chase there's no shame in that. It's a complete crap shoot if i'm able to parallel park and i drive a little honda.
ReplyDeleteChase, I live in Seattle and drive a 4-door Ford F250 4x4. True parking gets tricky sometimes but I can whip this beast into submission like an island savage in most cases.
ReplyDeleteI think the other parked cars get scared when they see my reverse lights and mystically give me a little extra room before my rear bumper eats their hood