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I took this picture this week from a window at work overlooking the parking lot. I've touched on this before in earlier blog posts, but this is getting ridiculous.  Why can't people park between the lines in a parking lot? Is it really that difficult?  Considering I can center my 96-inch-wide Dodge Ram dually in these spaces with no problem, why can't these much-narrower-car drivers figure out where their vehicle is?  I do something very simple when I park...  I open the window and look.  Then I spend the extra 30 seconds to re-straighten when needed.  And yes, I open the window in cold, rain,...

If you have a large vehicle, parking is a consideration when you are deciding where to live.  One of the reasons I chose the place I moved to in 2002 was because it gave me sufficient room to park a Dodge Ram dually without disturbing or blocking other residents.  The pic below is my truck in its spot at my home. Parking lots can be challenging.  My space at work is not that big a deal unless someone next to my assigned space parks too close to the stripe.  When I go shopping, whether it's a supermarket, small shopping center, or a full-fledged mall, I park away from the masses... not because I'm overly concerned about door dings, but because I want to make sure I have room to maneuver.  (And besides, I need the exercise of walking an extra few hundred feet.) What about people who drive something bigger?  Talking to Vikki (driver of the red Pete on the left) last week, she checked with the local police about what she was allowed to do.  The police were nice enough to look the situation over and give her an answer.  When she's home from the road, she detaches the flatbed trailer and leaves that at the curb, and parks the Pete in the driveway.  She used to park the rig in a nearby church parking lot, but when new leadership came in, they declined to extend the courtesy, claiming they didn't want to have to do that for others.  (Like a church in a residential neighborhood is in danger of becoming a truck stop.) When my dad was a bus driver in the 60s in Newark NJ, he was deadheading and realized there was something he left at the house.  He parked the bus at the curb as if it were the family car and dashed in to grab whatever it was.  As a little kid, I thought that was beyond cool and was glued to the living room window checking out the empty bus...

You park like an asshole. Not you, I'm sure you park between the lines and don't try to shove your too-large car into too-small "COMPACT" spots. Right?..