Parallel parking has always been difficult for me. It took me many many hours with my mother in my car, yelling back and forth "I got it." "You're to close." You're too far away." I'm FINE. Let me do it." Till I finally got the concept down. It's a LOT about practice. I failed my first drivers test. Honestly I believe the woman (I had 3 other friends who were excellent drivers and she failed them too.) didn't believe in letting a kid pass the first time around. She failed me because I was too CLOSE to the curb. Dunno how that happens but anyway. The second time I took the test I knew one of my weaker points the first time had been the parallel parking piece. So when I went to take the test I had practice so many hours I couldn't even count them. The guy got the rest of the test out of the way first. Finally he had me parallel park. ON AN EMPTY street. I was relieved and irritated at the same time. Here I'd perfected my parallel parking technique and wasn't given a chance to show off the HOURS of practice. I passed and I guess that was my main goal. The practice has now set in me in good stead. I still hate parallel parking (especially with a stick) but when necessary I know how to do it without being too close to any other car or the curb for that matter. Now I tend to get a little picky and if my front wheel is 6 inches away from the curb while the back in only 2 I tend to futz with things going back and forth till it's perfect. I'm sure there've been a few people inside stores watching my waffling the car over something so insignificant. Oh well. At least you can say I'm not one of those who parks diagonally between straight lines in a parking lot. And I AM one of those "soccer mom's with 3 and 4 kids in the car".
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