Seeing this parked car made me laugh out loud.
I could see me parking over the line with a car of this length.
Parallel parking is not a preferred activity especially on a busy street in downtown Portland!
I especially hate it when lots of people are watching me.
“Woman driver” I can hear them muttering.
I learned to drive in a small Anglia which was perfect.
When I had to take my driver’s test my Mother insisted on taking her Cadillac which had fins and was three city blocks long.
I knew I would never pass the parallel parking part of the test.
Plus, I would damage others cars and be in debt for the rest of my life.
However, I had a kind examiner who directed me to park parallel between cones.
Even though I was nervous, I did not knock over any of the cones.
Just remembering the experience makes me thankful for the kindness of strangers!