On this, the night of my greatest parking triumph, I’d just like to thank a couple of people who’ve made it possible. I’d like to thank The Lord, who strengthens me to do all things, including and especially parking a car in a spot that’s so small that it would seem that only a forklift could do it. Boo-Yah!! I’d also like to thank Jeff Bailey. Though he’s brilliant and has a bunch of alphabet soup after his name, he is perhaps most remarkable as The Greatest Parallel Parker Ever. Thanks, Jeff, for teaching me. I wouldn’t be where I am today without you! Finally, I’d like to thank The Wife, who pointed out the tiny spot–right in front of the Convention Center, baby!– and said, “okay, cut it hard!” at the exact right moment.
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Ho. Lee. Crap.
This, my friend, is why you are fit to drive and park in the city, and I…am not.
Holy crap.
Yes … but could you get out?
One more reason to call you my hero.
Teach me sensei.
Incredible.
And you all look so beautiful!!!
And now, you just wait for the phone to ring with endorsement contract offers. Well done.
Wow.
What Dottie said.
woah. dude. this may qualify you to drive at summit point -
Oh my goodness! I had no idea such a thing was possible!
Did you bump either car? Come on now…is that really possible?
You’ve got some sweet skills, maybe you could teach a class or something, ’cause that’d be really useful here in England.
Sick
You forgot to mention John Casson, the other world’s greatest parallel parker…
Other folk are congratulating you – but I see this as the casting down of the gauntlet.
The hunt for a tighter space begins (on the wrong side of the road, too).