If you don't back into parking spots, you are an animal.
If you don't back into parking spots, you are an animal.
Does split slots mean parking in two spaces?
What is it called when you park in 4 spaces?
I just pull in front forward in one spot and I make sure I don't park all crooked or over to one side like a retard.
The only time you back in is if you are going to rob the place and I'm not a nigger so I don't park Iike that.
Does split slots mean parking in two spaces?
What is it called when you park in 4 spaces?
I just pull in front forward in one spot and I make sure I don't park all crooked or over to one side like a retard.
The only time you back in is if you are going to rob the place and I'm not a nigger so I don't park Iike that.
Front in, in my garage next to my wife's car.
Front in, in my garage next to my wife's car.
Back-in, always.
As a Pvt E-1 back in 1985, I parked a Deuce-n-a half, front-in, at the barracks. Top was standing outside having a smoke. As I walked by he asked "Private, are you going to leave the vehicle parked like that?" I replied "No Top" and went back to the vehicle (not knowing what I had done wrong). After a minute or so of examining how the vehicle was parked, it dawned on me that it wasn't 'Combat Parked'. I turned the truck around and backed it in hoping I had chosen wisely about what needed fixing.
This time when I walked past my 1st Sergeant, he pulled a valve-stem remover from his pocket and said when I came out of the barracks he would have handed me a bicycle pump to air-up the flat tires. (Doubtful that a bicycle pump would have been able to pump up the tires on a Deuce-n-a half, but knew I was going to spend hours finding out.)
Been 'Combat Parking' every vehicle I drive ever since.
Back-in, always.
As a Pvt E-1 back in 1985, I parked a Deuce-n-a half, front-in, at the barracks. Top was standing outside having a smoke. As I walked by he asked "Private, are you going to leave the vehicle parked like that?" I replied "No Top" and went back to the vehicle (not knowing what I had done wrong). After a minute or so of examining how the vehicle was parked, it dawned on me that it wasn't 'Combat Parked'. I turned the truck around and backed it in hoping I had chosen wisely about what needed fixing.
This time when I walked past my 1st Sergeant, he pulled a valve-stem remover from his pocket and said when I came out of the barracks he would have handed me a bicycle pump to air-up the flat tires. (Doubtful that a bicycle pump would have been able to pump up the tires on a Deuce-n-a half, but knew I was going to spend hours finding out.)
Been 'Combat Parking' every vehicle I drive ever since.
I gratify myself first, and delay my frustration until later, by parking front-in, and backing out.
I gratify myself first, and delay my frustration until later, by parking front-in, and backing out.
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