As someone who has recently started driving around town, there is a certain joy in parking well. Like those instances when you park so bloody perfect that you wish someone would pull out a camera and take a picture of you for the next day’s front page story.
And the sense of achievement is heightened if the spot you parked into was one of those tight, zero tolerance spots which women do not even consider as ‘parkable’. Male ego never had it so good. Tyres straight, ample room to open the door and least possible chances of anyone hitting your vehicle because it protruded 3mm into the drive-by zone.