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Wow. What a great thread. I begin my input with a recount of my first driving experience: My dad's full-bed extended cab '95 Chevrolet Silverado through main street in my home town during rush hour. That's how I learned to drive. I took my drivers test in a '92 Ford Escort (if it weren't the wagon, it would be smaller than a Civic), and did well on the paralell parking. I drove the 'scort for a couple of years, and I loved having a small, manuverable car. When the brake lines rusted out on that one, I started driving my '96 Olds Cutlass Supreme 2-door. It's a huge car, and you can't really see out of the back. I have learned to park fine in it, but for some reason, I can park a truck or an SUV so much easier for some reason.
I do hate people who can't park. I'm gonna start leaving notes.
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