I learned in a 4-door 1969 Ford LTD. I can parallel park anything without a trailer easily. Parallel parking a trailer isn’t so easy.
Mine was a 68. We have seen the elephant and lived to tell the tale.
Pops Chrysler New Yorker. What a beast.
… and no back-up cameras or sensors of imminent collision either. Mom’s ’77 T-Bird wasn’t quite as long, but less rear – side view glazing. She use to parallel park it with raised concrete sidewalks – curbs all the time.
Mom’s green ’60 Buick Electra. Driver’s Ed. was a Plymouth Fury.
As a kid, my family went through a succession of 4 Chevy wagons, a 3 Malibu’s (with the the weird rounded off lift up tailgate) and one Caprice, the “new” boxy styled one that came out in the early 80’s.
None were great cars, but the 83 Caprice was the worst. It would “diesel” (continue to try and run) after you shut off the ignition, and while it usually stopped after 15-30 seconds, one time it kept going for over 15 minutes while my dad and I were inside a store. When we came out it was shaking and shuddering like a couple of fatasses were copulating in the back, and there was a plume of black smoke from incomplete ignition as far as the eye could see. I laughed hysterically at the sight, dad wasn’t so amused. It finally got fixed after that, though I don’t remember what the specific solution was. That car also had all of its vacuum lines replaced after several years, as the originals deteriorated so badly.
Used the farm truck: F-350 dually crew cab – with the obligatory six-inch tall hood ornament of the horse on two legs, bug deflector, tidy tank and three bales of hay in the back. Interior freshly hosed out of course with the dog sitting in the back seat. Parallel parked just after a fresh snow fall and no idea where the curb even was. Initiated the process and the Examiner simply says, “Good. We can head back now.”
Fun times.
Heh. I learned to drive (partly) in that 83 wagon. Also learned to drive a manual in a 1982 F-350 with a service body, it was the shittiest company truck out family business owned at the time, and the only one with a standard transmission.. Fortunately, I got to take my driving test in a small car (Ford Escort) even though I could easily have passed the parallel parking test in the wagon, and probably even in the truck.
Grand Marquis Bro-ham, byotch!
I would immediately trade my Corvette for that, cheerfully, and might even consider some boot as well.
I had an ’83 Grand Marquis coupe and have been kicking my own ass for almost 40 years for trading it off!
Moms big 4 door ford, probably an Ltd not sure, don’t care just because you did.
I learned to drive in a 3 on the tree Pontiac Bonneville Safari. It would redline fist at 44 mph, a hard change into second and two black stripes would be left behind. It did an 88 mph quarter just before it redlined second at 90. The 389 engine was strong as it pushed that heavy beast down the road.
Yep, that’s what I did my drivers license road test in. And parallel parking was part of it.
Remember when we were young and good-looking?
Neither do I….
I do, but it didn’t help much, since my first car was a Ford Escort, which wasn’t exactly a pussy magnet for a guy in his late teens and early 20’s. The funny thing is. now that I own nice cars, I’ve reached the point where I don’t care about chasing tail anymore. Which indifference, oddly enough, has the tail chasing me.
Ancestor of the Jeep Family Truckster ?
“You think you hate it now, but wait till you drive it cross country !”
LOL – My mom drove one of those.
I learned in a 4-door 1969 Ford LTD. I can parallel park anything without a trailer easily. Parallel parking a trailer isn’t so easy.
Mine was a 68. We have seen the elephant and lived to tell the tale.
Pops Chrysler New Yorker. What a beast.
… and no back-up cameras or sensors of imminent collision either. Mom’s ’77 T-Bird wasn’t quite as long, but less rear – side view glazing. She use to parallel park it with raised concrete sidewalks – curbs all the time.
Mom’s green ’60 Buick Electra. Driver’s Ed. was a Plymouth Fury.
As a kid, my family went through a succession of 4 Chevy wagons, a 3 Malibu’s (with the the weird rounded off lift up tailgate) and one Caprice, the “new” boxy styled one that came out in the early 80’s.
None were great cars, but the 83 Caprice was the worst. It would “diesel” (continue to try and run) after you shut off the ignition, and while it usually stopped after 15-30 seconds, one time it kept going for over 15 minutes while my dad and I were inside a store. When we came out it was shaking and shuddering like a couple of fatasses were copulating in the back, and there was a plume of black smoke from incomplete ignition as far as the eye could see. I laughed hysterically at the sight, dad wasn’t so amused. It finally got fixed after that, though I don’t remember what the specific solution was. That car also had all of its vacuum lines replaced after several years, as the originals deteriorated so badly.
Used the farm truck: F-350 dually crew cab – with the obligatory six-inch tall hood ornament of the horse on two legs, bug deflector, tidy tank and three bales of hay in the back. Interior freshly hosed out of course with the dog sitting in the back seat. Parallel parked just after a fresh snow fall and no idea where the curb even was. Initiated the process and the Examiner simply says, “Good. We can head back now.”
Fun times.
Heh. I learned to drive (partly) in that 83 wagon. Also learned to drive a manual in a 1982 F-350 with a service body, it was the shittiest company truck out family business owned at the time, and the only one with a standard transmission.. Fortunately, I got to take my driving test in a small car (Ford Escort) even though I could easily have passed the parallel parking test in the wagon, and probably even in the truck.
Grand Marquis Bro-ham, byotch!
I would immediately trade my Corvette for that, cheerfully, and might even consider some boot as well.
I had an ’83 Grand Marquis coupe and have been kicking my own ass for almost 40 years for trading it off!
Moms big 4 door ford, probably an Ltd not sure, don’t care just because you did.
I learned to drive in a 3 on the tree Pontiac Bonneville Safari. It would redline fist at 44 mph, a hard change into second and two black stripes would be left behind. It did an 88 mph quarter just before it redlined second at 90. The 389 engine was strong as it pushed that heavy beast down the road.
Yep, that’s what I did my drivers license road test in. And parallel parking was part of it.
Remember when we were young and good-looking?
Neither do I….
I do, but it didn’t help much, since my first car was a Ford Escort, which wasn’t exactly a pussy magnet for a guy in his late teens and early 20’s. The funny thing is. now that I own nice cars, I’ve reached the point where I don’t care about chasing tail anymore. Which indifference, oddly enough, has the tail chasing me.
Ancestor of the Jeep Family Truckster ?
“You think you hate it now, but wait till you drive it cross country !”
Eugene Levy