I am often pretty impressed with my driving, and really I am the best parallel-parker I know. Two days after we got our mini-van, I parallel-parked it on Bloor Street West in the middle of busy Saturday afternoon traffic.
Today, I was tempted just to pull into a spot in the green P to go to the library, but instead I decided to save myself the 75 cents (since I owed $1.80 on a overdue book) and parallel part on a near-by side street.
I pulled up along side a black Mazda, reversed until I was at a 45 degree angle, then straightened the wheel until I pulled perfectly back in. Viola! Amazing.
I said to Son One, who was sitting in the back of the van "See? Now that, my friend, is a perfect parallel parking job!"
"Yeah," he answered, "but it is a pretty big spot."
Gee! My seven-year-old isn't even impressed. Guess I need to learn a new trick.
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