wrote:My wife, Mom, at least 2 of my sisters, and one of my best lady friends cannot park a car. They take multiple spots, never park the same way twice, and exit a parking spot at the most difficult angle possible. LOL I think they need to offer defensive parking classes.
I'm a pretty good parallel parker. I grew up in a major city with older one-way streets, so I know how to parallel park on both sides of the street. I also have pretty good spatial awareness, so I know where my car fits and where it doesn't, and can line it up in the center of a parking spot pretty well. My car has radar sensors and a backup camera, but I never rely on those - too many years spent without them.
My partner is a terrible parker. He will get into the center of the spot, then keep going with the wheel turned, so he ends up crooked. Always makes for an interesting time backing out of a spot because he never turns the wheel back to it's zero position, so he'll start backing out of a spot while being dangerously close to side-swiping the car next to him.
In case you haven't figured it out, I usally drive. 
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wrote:holy moly! hahahaha! abcd that cracks me up i never would have pictured you doing that!
I dated a hipster (millennial) who rode her bike everywhere and while she weighed all of 90 pounds in the rain, her boots must have weighed half that. She had a history of booting cars that cut her off and would dent them regularly. So even though our cultures didn't meet for long, I did learn a very nifty trick. And I wear some ridiculously heavy shoes in the rainy spring when the grounds turn to mud deathtraps, too.
Never realized how thin stamped sheet metal is on luxury cars until that moment.
Around here, the bicycle riders are generally the biggest road hazard out there. Most of them feel they don't need to stop at stop signs or signal their intentions to switch lanes. Or they like to cruise down the middle of a two lane rural highway and refuse to move to the right to let motorized vehicles pass safely.
Oddly enough, its usually the "serious" bikers that are the worst offenders. Whenever I see the skin-tight bike shorts and water bottle strapped to the frame, I'm immediately on my guard for some idiotic maneuver.
But pack to parking... My DW has a hard time parallel parking. She'll often end up 18" away from the curb. I have learned over the years to not say anything, or even glance at the wheels when we get out, for fear of her wraith. 
I'm convinced there is indeed a parking gene -- I don't think I've ever met a woman who could park easily... Even my ex, who owned and drove an exotic car and was a general car fanatic, was laughably bad at parking. Not just backing into spaces or parallel parking, but any parking at all.
The exotic car bit gave her an excuse to park far away from the other cars, and in two spaces... But lord, some of the parking attempts she made in her other car. 
Also, wow, long-time lurker, first-time poster.
