Park life
Have you noticed that parking spaces
have got thinner?
Years ago, I’d zoom straight in
dead centre, first time.
No need for experimental door pushing –
fingers round the end –
or visions of dented Telsa sides.
Even the tricky corner slots: nip in –
mirror, signal, manoeuvre –
slickly, unhindered by a cervical spine that crackles.
I was a fearless parker –
parallel to, and six inches from, the kerb –
fast as you like. Better with an audience.
A purist like me didn’t need
power steering or sensors on my bumper.
Not now, though: fatter cars, slimmer slots,
fun-free automotive acrobatics.
