September 16th, 2004


Driving Stories

I was driving to work today, and I saw a new shiny green pickup truck pulling a trailer. It was an old and beatup open air trailer, the kind that's just a platform with a rickety fence surrounding it.

The trailer was empty except for a vending machine standing up in the back. I could see it was loaded with a variety of bags of chips.

Now, I understand the importance of bringing snacks on a road-trip, but really. I think this is taking the concept just a little too far.

In slightly-related news, I did an amazing job parallel parking last night. Usually my parallel skills are only so-so. I stopped in downtown RO for pizza, and saw an open space right in front of the shop. Because I was just running in to buy a slice and leave again, I wasn't too worried about doing a good job parking. I figured even if I did a terrible job, I wouldn't be there more than a couple of minutes.

I think it was my lack of worrying about it that caused me to wiggle so easily into such a tight space. I did give the car behind me a pretty firm love-tap, but otherwise slid in without much trouble.

It wasn't until I got out of the car that I realized just how tight the space was: there was probably less than a foot of empty space on either end of my car. Then I looked more closely at the sidewalk, and I realized there wasn't a meter by my space. There was a meter in front of the cars on either side of me.... It was then that I realized I wasn't in a parking space at all. I was just in the small empty space between two legal parallel parking spaces. All three were fairly small cars, so we all fit (if tightly).

I hurried into the shop and bought my pizza, then I wiggled my way out of the tiny non-parking space and left before anybody noticed my mistake.