I can parallel park pretty well - I'm a great driver.
Now that women are jockeys, baseball umpires, atomic scientists, and business executives, maybe someday they can master parallel parking.
I am one of the five best parallel parkers in the United States of America. Dead serious. It's to the point now where I look back when pulling into the spot only as a formality.
In my next life, I want to be tall and thin, parallel park and make good coffee. But for now, I have lots of stuff to work out in my life, but I'll have that until the day I die. I want to write more books.
I would... learn how to drive... have a nice car... and drive it.
You can really learn from Donahue. I didn't know you could be a woman in a man's body. You go out and you can't parallel park.
Parallel parking is desirable for two reasons: parked cars create a physical barrier and psychological buffer that protects pedestrians on the sidewalk from moving vehicles; and a rich supply of parallel parking can eliminate the need for parking lots, which are extremely destructive of the civic fabric.
I am the most skilled parallel parker the world has ever known.
When I was learning to drive, I thought the big milestones were changing gear, changing lane, and three-point-turns.
Parking is a nightmare for me... I still have sensors on my car that help me park.
Be able to back up a car for a considerable distance in a straight line and back out of a driveway.
Reverse-parking in a small space is one of those high-pressure situations where a critical, watching eye becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy.
I don't drive because I failed eight times and never got my license.
No one likes a show-off, but if parallel parking was an Olympic sport, I would get gold, no probs.
I've always thought that parallel parking was my main talent.
I legit can not parallel park. This is no joke!
I had to take the driver's test twice. And they don't make you parallel park anymore, but you can't hit the curb when you're backing up. And I hit the curb.
