Quotes About Parking

I favor parking a few miles from the office and walking to work. You get the benefit of exercise and besides it is easier to get a parking space.

You can't have a U.S. Open anymore without an extra course to store all the hospitality tents. I used to be able to drive up to the clubhouse and park like the players. Now, there are seven corporate hospitality guys who have my spot, and I'm on a bus.

Sei venuto in macchina?...Come va? -A benzina. -TU, come va, pirlone!...Hai trovato posto? -No, sto sempre da Ravasciò. -Ssssì...Dicevo da parcheggiare..

I hate the endless admonishments of a nanny state that lives in fear of its lawyers. While colonies of dim-witted traffic wardens swarm about looking for minor parking infringements, nobody seems to notice that our very social fabric is falling apart.

Restore human legs as a means of travel. Pedestrians rely on food for fuel and need no special parking facilities.

The day Glenn Gregg's daddy got back from New Orleans was the same day Lady Sally Anne Montberclair decided to park her big white Cadillac out in front of Red's Goodlookin Bar and Gro. and leave the motor running and scoot inside, out of the first drops of rain, on an errand. Glenn's daddy was named Solon.

I was a valet for celebrity parties.

If your access to health care involves your leaving work and driving somewhere and parking and waiting for a long time, that's not going to promote healthiness.

The way humans hunt for parking and the way animals hunt for food are not as different as you might think.

In America, a pedestrian is someone who has just parked their car.

You know, somebody actually complimented me on my driving today. They left a little note on the windscreen, it said 'Parking Fine.

and the relief of being able to walk around without having to search for a parking place added to the pleasure of strolling

I am very old, very cynical of the world, and I know it all. In short, I am seventeen years old, parking off a dark lane with a married man on an early summer night.

An optimist is a driver who thinks that empty space at the curb won't have a hydrant beside it.

And in the parking lot, far from where she lay

South Florida's dreams of a first-class sports facility come true at last with the opening of Joe Robbie Stadium, featuring comfortable seating, excellent visibility, plenty of bathrooms, and nearly five parking spaces.

We discuss calling the police. We have to quickly review anything that could go wrong if we do. Are our immigration papers in order? They are. Do we have outstanding parking tickets? I have three, Achor Achor two. We calculate whether or not we have enough in checking accounts to pay the tickets if the police demand it. We decide that we do.

the parking lot out there, the right and left are reversed.

There were two more cars parked in the lot than when Seph and Madison had arrived. One was the old Jeep that Will and Ellen shared. The other one was unfamiliar, a black minivan with a rent-a-car sticker. It must belong to the alumni, Seph thought. At least he hoped so, because he melted all four tires.

You'd then drive your vehicle to a tree, beneath which the examiner sat. He or she would ask you to park. If you managed to do so without knocking over the tree or hitting the examiner, you had a license.

Where was the "exit" sign? Why did they make it so difficult to get out of shopping center parking lots? You'd done your shopping—they weren't going to get any more money out of you. What was their objective here?

I'm more scared of parking by a parking meter than vampires because one of them is real and adversely affects my life and results in a $35 fine, and one is nonsense.

Parallel parking is desirable for two reasons: parked cars create a physical barrier and psychological buffer that protects pedestrians on the sidewalk from moving vehicles; and a rich supply of parallel parking can eliminate the need for parking lots, which are extremely destructive of the civic fabric.

So I took a quick circuit around the circular driveway. There were a couple of cars parked ostentatiously along the edge of the pavement: a Ferrari, a Bentley, and a Corniche. I didn't think our killer would be driving anything that cost more than a new house on the water, but I looked inside anyway. They were empty. The valet parking attendant watched me skeptically as I came back from looking into the Corniche. "You like it?" he asked me.