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I am an excellent parker?.
When I was 15, my father ran me through countless drills before I took my driving test. He said it was for my benefit, but I think he enjoyed the hell out of it.
Ironically, my driving test consisted of me driving with an officer about a mile down the road, turning around in a parking lot and driving back. Took all of 10 minutes and the cop was more interested in my air conditioning rather than my driving skill.
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