“MATE!” one of my fellow petrolheads sometimes shouts when
I’ve parallel parked. “Did you get your licence in a LUCKY BAG?”
You’d think for someone who’s driven everything from the Smart
ForTwo to a Rolls-Royce Silver Shadow that I’d be able to park anything
perfectly, perhaps with my eyes shut. Not so. I might as well ‘fess up there
are occasions when, dear reader, I can still fluff up a bit of parking in finest
Maureen-from-Driving-School style.
There were, for instance, the handful of occasions when my
Renault 5 would make me come over all French and adopt a distinctly laissez
faire – and not entirely parallel – approach to slotting a small hatchback
alongside a kerb. Then there was the time I spent ten minutes circling Tesco’s
car park looking for one of those elusive double spaces, largely because I didn’t
want the shame of pranging a very pricey Lotus Evora that wasn’t mine in a
bodged bit of easing backwards into a tight space.
My worst – and simultaneously best - spot of parking,
however, was making the most of owning a Mini by successfully squeezing it into
the smallest space possible. It was a brilliant endorsement of everything Alec
Issigonis stood for, but it might have made life a bit difficult for the chap
parked in front.
Handful of confessions aside, however, I normally pride
myself on not parking like a berk. This is a mighty good thing, because now there’s a Facebook group whose sole purpose is to expose when you do in Southport.
Ever since it’s entered my Likes list it’s amused and
alarmed me in equal measure. On the one hand, there’s a childish delight at
seeing all the dented hatchbacks dumped diagonally across a set of double
yellow lines and wondering how anyone – especially anyone who’s mastered the
theory test – can park THAT badly. There’s also the tense thrill of knowing my
mate - who regularly parks his pride and joy across three spaces to prevent
anyone else accidentally scratching it with a clumsily-opened door – is going
to end up appearing on it.
Yet there is something unnerving about knowing there’s a
band of cameraphone vigilantes deciding, using the powers vested in them by the
internet, what does and doesn’t construe a decent parking job. Yes, there are
plenty of bits of parking which can’t be anything other than just plain rude,
but there are always shades of grey in what is, after all, a skill which we all
have to some degree or other.
If you’re arrogant enough to dump an Audi Q7 in Asda’s only
disabled parking space then you deserve everything you get, but I’ve seen
plenty of pictures of what are just normal parking manouveres that – for whatever
reason – aren’t quite bob on. Given I’m sure it’s happened to all of us, I’m
not entirely sure I’d want smartphone addicts laughing at them between
stints on Candy Crush.
Still, at least the Facebook group’s achieved its intended
effect – I’ll be triple-checking all my parking jobs this Christmas.
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