Silly Sammy. You're thankful for an overweight arse dragging snobby croutwagon whilst the lithe and sexy Italians are building proper soul stirring hot hatches (Alf Mito & Abarth 500).
See, you scribes should realise that is ME, yes ME who is always correct and everybody else who doesn't agree with ME is wro...
Oh shit, sorry Sammy, sorry Jalopnik, sorry America. I'm such an arsehole. An arsehole who forgets that poor poor America wouldn't know about the two said automotive wonderments being they're not available in the land of milf and money.
@LandofMinos, cast thou evil bum dragger to thy scrapyard:
You sound like a disgruntled European, no offense to normal Europeans. Its hard to be thankful for something that you cant get for a few years (the 500) Our muscle cars have a certain charm, just like an Alfa or a Fiat 500 have, speaking of Alfa the (standard) Mita is about as sexy as a cross-eyed pig I do like the GTA though.
I've always wondered why more parking lots aren't grass, or otherwise have some kind of runoff-mitigating texture to them. Just something you think about when you're living in the Chesapeake Bay Watershed, and the Bay is mostly dead.
I like this writeup and agree. As an urban dweller, I fully appreciate the (free) parking lot, and as an ex-suburbanite, parking lots were the only places (besides car washes) that we teens were allowed to hang out. ("Bowl another game or GTFO!") When I'm back in Michigan, I'm often tempted to drive places just because they have a parking lot, and I can park back in the driveway when I get home. Appreciate the small stuff.
My only addition to this piece would be to mention Ed Ruscha's 1967 photobook Thirtyfour Parking Lots. It contains pics of, yup, 34 parking lots, and tries to emphasize the beauty of these most banal of settings, much like Sam "PL" Smith has done in this writeup. Pic attached.
I'm glad I actually read through the comments before posting too, because I was going to cry out for the inclusion of Heavy Metal Parking Lot. (I lack the plug-ins at work to see what the vids are of, and lack the permissions to install them. Life is struggle.)
Augh! The Heavy Metal Parking Lot is hitting too close for comfort for my memories - stoned, skinny, shirtless, jeans, long blond hair, standing in a parking lot holding a beer trying to impress the chicks, and saying "Alice Cooper rocks, dude!". Is there a statute of limitations for this sort of behavior, or does it go on my Permanent Record? Thank god no-one had a video camera, or I'd end up on someone's "Cheeze Metal of the '70s" DVD compilation. I'd have to apply for the Clueless Rockers Protection Program, change my name, and move to another state.
i am truly torn with the decision between pics 1 and 11............ holy s**t.. how about an green/aero-bodied caterham that looks like a corn cob. my dreams are complete...
mid-western america, watch out for me in the next 15-20 yrs or so... when i can finally build it...
Parking lots allow us the single greatest form of automotive navel gazing: the opportunity to admire your parking job.
If I hit the exact center of the space, all vehicle occupants will be peppered with leading questions like "Whoo, nailed that one didn't I?" and "Am I closer to the line on that side?", etc. I am a shameless parksturbator like that.
Parking lots aren't going anywhere. There's no prediction by any credible demographer of the kind of population density that would ever pose a real threat to the parking lot. Those of you predicting a radical shift in transportation are going to sound in 50 years like those predicting flying cars in the '50s sound now.
Also, you got that damn Beck song stuck in my head. FU, Sam.
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See, you scribes should realise that is ME, yes ME who is always correct and everybody else who doesn't agree with ME is wro...
Oh shit, sorry Sammy, sorry Jalopnik, sorry America. I'm such an arsehole. An arsehole who forgets that poor poor America wouldn't know about the two said automotive wonderments being they're not available in the land of milf and money.
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You sound like a disgruntled European, no offense to normal Europeans. Its hard to be thankful for something that you cant get for a few years (the 500) Our muscle cars have a certain charm, just like an Alfa or a Fiat 500 have, speaking of Alfa the (standard) Mita is about as sexy as a cross-eyed pig I do like the GTA though.
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I like this writeup and agree. As an urban dweller, I fully appreciate the (free) parking lot, and as an ex-suburbanite, parking lots were the only places (besides car washes) that we teens were allowed to hang out. ("Bowl another game or GTFO!") When I'm back in Michigan, I'm often tempted to drive places just because they have a parking lot, and I can park back in the driveway when I get home. Appreciate the small stuff.
My only addition to this piece would be to mention Ed Ruscha's 1967 photobook Thirtyfour Parking Lots. It contains pics of, yup, 34 parking lots, and tries to emphasize the beauty of these most banal of settings, much like Sam "PL" Smith has done in this writeup. Pic attached.
I'm glad I actually read through the comments before posting too, because I was going to cry out for the inclusion of Heavy Metal Parking Lot. (I lack the plug-ins at work to see what the vids are of, and lack the permissions to install them. Life is struggle.)
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I am so thankful for Jalopnik this year.
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mid-western america, watch out for me in the next 15-20 yrs or so... when i can finally build it...
speeding corn, awesome.
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If I hit the exact center of the space, all vehicle occupants will be peppered with leading questions like "Whoo, nailed that one didn't I?" and "Am I closer to the line on that side?", etc. I am a shameless parksturbator like that.
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Also, you got that damn Beck song stuck in my head. FU, Sam.
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