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Blogs about driving

Parallel Parking.


I used to be pretty good at parallel parking; back in Portland anyway. Here are some of my tips:

Just like anything else, practice makes perfect.

City Layout.


Some cities have their streets laid out in a Cartesian coordinate plane, with the "NW", "SW", "SE", and "NE" street designations relating to the four different quadrants. Once you discover the origin (0,0) of the city, you can generally navigate without familiarity of the named streets. For instance, the origin in Portland is Burnside and the Willamette river. So, 1500 SE 40th would be about 15 blocks south of Burnside, on 40th.

This practice is probably more common in cities that were deliberately designed, and younger cities. Unfortunately, this very simple navigation equation can break down when faced with natural topography such as large hills and lakes. (Seattle and Camas, I'm looking in your direction.) Regardless, this concept was immensely enlightening when my dad explained it to me many many years ago.

Yes, Pedestrian.


That's right, I honked at you. I did it with calm deliberation, and I would do it again.

I stopped the car well before the crosswalk at my red light. You sauntered across your crosswalk well after the flashing hand started. Perhaps you're naturally inattentive. Perhaps your cellphone conversation was particularly engrossing.

I was an alert and conscientious driver. You couldn't even be bothered to hustle across the crosswalk before my light turned green. My honk is your punishment.

Water is Treacherous.


The hubby and I drove down to Portland this weekend to visit my family for Easter. He'd taken the first shift, so I took over the driving duties in Centralia. Having taken a nap on the way down, and picked up a delightful fresh strawberry milkshake at the Burgerville, I was well rested and alert. The rain kept varying between the showers and deluges that are typical of our beloved Pacific Northwest. During one such deluge near Kalama, I saw the black car shoot through the grassy center median, driving into the oncoming traffic, and moving far too fast to be a police car starting from a dead stop. The sporty black sedan hit a red pickup truck that had been traveling in the right lane, and both cars bounced apart. The red truck spun around and came to rest near the right side shoulder, and the black sedan also spun and stopped across the left and middle lanes of traffic, about a couple dozen yards in front of me. I stomped on the brakes, steered straight, and stopped our Forester at least 10 feet in front of the smashed sedan. The other southbound I-5 traffic also managed to stop without incident, though I was briefly worried about the SUV behind us.

Both damaged cars will surely be totaled for frame damage, but the passengers appeared unhurt. The driver of the black sporty sedan hopped right out and announced that his car had spun out. (I suspect he'd hydroplaned due to too high speed in the pouring rain.) The older couple in the red truck looked unhurt and made eye contact, and were using their cellphone. The cars really only impacted on their corners, and glanced off each other instead of smashing head on. But it's worth a lot these days to have a a safe, modern car with solid metal frames and airbags.

Several things went well for us in these few fateful seconds, and I urge you to reflect upon them.



I love having a gas tank on the right (passenger) side of my car. I went to fill up the Forester on Friday. ($2.69 a gallon, thank you very much.) The super cheap station I use is naturally very popular, ecpecially on a Friday afternoon. As I pulled in, there were lots of cars with the tank on the driver's side of the car just waiting to get to the pump. But there was ample empty space for passenger side oriented cars, so I pulled right in. I was in and out in a very short time. I mentally waved bye bye to the suckers still waiting for gas. Ha ha!

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