Good luck finding a place to park in New York City. And when you do, good luck figuring out the parking signs, restrictions, and prohibitions. It is so complicated. It has gotten so bad, I never park my car without a lawyer.
If there isn't a parking space out front or I can't see my car from the window, we're eating somewhere else.
I don't bother to look for parking space anymore. As soon as I get near Hollywood Boulevard ... I sell.
It's nice to keep in touch - besides, it's the only place in London where you can park a car.
Politics is not worrying this country one-tenth as much as where to find a parking space.
On many American campuses the only qualification for admission was the ability actually to find the campus and then discover a parking space.
Apartment living is tough action. Just the whole idea that you share a washer and dryer always freaked me out.
In L.A., it's the sort of city where you have to have a car to get around.
I need to crack the Mumbai traffic code - if I leave early, under the assumption that there will be traffic, I get completely clear roads and reach an hour before my meeting, and then because I can't find parking I end up having to walk anyway.
