September 21, 2011

I hate Parallel Parking

verabear Driving Tales 3 Comments

I tweeted that title this afternoon, after minutes of frustrating over parking my car. I really hate parallel parking.

The road home is under construction.

Since Monday, I’ve had to park by the roadside a block away. On the first two days, parking wasn’t such a hassle. Heading out at night though is close to nightmare. First, I’d have to walk through the messed up road. 

And then I’ll be greeted by dogs that love barking at the slightest sound. I own a dog, but I am terrified of dogs. I used to go around the back of the Chapel on my home just to avoid the dogs that were sure to be blocking my way. So anyway, because I have to get to work, I face the dogs and try to ignore them.

But then I’ll have to back up and maneuver the car for heading out. That has proven to be tougher each night. Tonight will probably be worse, but I hope not.

Now back to me and parking.

It’s still a hit or miss thing.  Parking. Months ago, I took this photo:

I was happily within the two lines of my own parking space. Haha. That’s not always easy. Specially when you have cars on both sides, and at the slot behind you. It is not easy. Forward, back, turn. repeat two or three times. But that night, and on some nights, it was perfect.

On most nights though? It’s just three things – my car would be parked slightly in a slant. Or my wheels aren’t straight. Or I totally give up on my slot and takeover someone else’s. Like last night.

Then there’s parallel parking. When there’s plenty of space, I can do it. I’m sure any driver can. But when there’s just enough space for one car, uhm, I’m not so sure. One time, I called my dad to takeover. We were just outside the house and I couldn’t for the life of me, get it parked properly.

And there’s this time. In the end, I left my car slightly jutting out from the rest of the parked vehicles. Just slightly. I don’t think I’m in danger of getting hit by any other car since the road is closed anyway. Unless a big rv towing truck or a garbage truck forces its way thru the road. I think some would call the way I parked – park mayaman. Just like how this Mini Countryman is parked proudly behind St. Luke’s. Parang, no one will dare scratch me, hah! (we tooka

Anyway, here’s another photo of my parked car, with a kitty parked underneath it:

Were you hoping to see a photo of my haphazardly parked car? I was too frustrated to take a photo. Haha!