It turns out that, in Canada, a “real place,” you could just, like, park your car in a spot. For a decade. And then you own it. The entire parking spot. That’s it. It doesn’t matter if someone else owned it. You own it now. Somehow.
In what I can only liken to some sort of a dystopian horror scenario for cars, one of the best accounts on Instagram posted a video of a tow truck driver having no qualms whatsoever about dragging a helpless Mercedes out of the Tesla Fremont parking lot at an, um, uncomfortable angle.
Maybe it was a move that started out with the best of intentions. I’d like to believe that, anyway. But this Chinese city’s attempt at helping women park more easily by giving them larger parking spaces doesn’t come off as anything but ridiculously patronizing and possibly dangerous.
Some parking garages are a confusing maze of drab concrete and flickering fluorescent lights. Whenever I park in one, I double- and triple-check that I know the section and row that I’m parked in. Sometimes, I even take a picture. I’m terrified of losing my car in one of those things. And then there’s this guy, who…
Oy. During a seemingly interminable presentation for the big Faraday Future reveal of its data-point named first production car, the FF 91, the company’s senior vice president of R&D and engineering, Nick Sampson, appeared on stage with the company’s main financier, Jia Yueting. Sampson asked it to park itself. It did…
One of the great conveniences about riding a motorcycle is ease of parking. And at no time could that come in handier than if you’re flying out of town for Thanksgiving this week. Thankfully, there are more options than you may think.
Remember the epic rescue of a Toyota 4Runner dangling off the side of an Ausin parking garage? Driver William O’Connor recounted his experience of hanging by mere cables and having to jump out of the precariously-hanging vehicle to the Austin American-Statesman, and absolutely none of it sounds like fun.
Never a dull moment in Austin, Texas.
“Don’t park like an asshole.” Yea, well, dragging a parked car across a parking lot when it’s not in neutral is also being an asshole. In this video, anarchy prevails.
In case you didn’t catch the mood from the headline, the news wasn’t good.
For a little over a year now, I have done something most people consider impossible: I keep a car in New York City. While it is a place that indisputably hates cars, owning a car here is not actually impossible. Here are a few things to do to make it easier.
A tow truck is never a good sign. It tends to be a harbinger of great and terrible darkness, in fact. Either a car has crashed, or a car broke down, or it’s coming to take your precious baby away from a TOTALLY LEGIT parking spot. But occasionally they do the Lord’s work, and in a beautiful way to boot.
A fire at a music festival in Portugal this week spread across a parking lot and burnt up a staggering 422 cars. Amazingly, no one was injured.
The smart city is on the horizon, and if Alphabet’s Sidewalk Labs has anything to do with it, it’ll have subsidized ride-sharing, “Airbnb for cars,” and AI that helps parking cops fine the most people.
Most people would back up and come at the garage from a different angle, but I guess that’s not an option when one of your wheels is already broken off. The unlicensed 16-year-old driver was allegedly hiding the car after a hit-and-run, per CTV. So, what’s a few more scrapes on the door?
Serving in the military is no picnic for anyone (even for our nations’ elite Outdoor Dining Corps) but it can be especially difficult for women, who still have to deal with jackasses that just can’t wrap their brains around the idea of a woman soldier. A grocery store parking lot effectively demonstrated these…
Here’s a surefire reminder that saving a parking space is a surefire way to start drama.
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This is what “nailed it” looks like.