You know that scene in Ferris Bueller’s Day Off where the valets take the car on that joyride? As the wind whips through their hair, with looks of pure ecstasy, they sail through space and land with a thud as they careen down the road. I believe they used our driveway as a launch point.
This morning James pulled the rental car into the garage with every intention of turning it around down there. It seemed like there was plenty of room.
I mean, it goes all the way under the backyard. Forward, turn, backward, turn….we both gave it a go. But fearing we’d get stuck in this situation, we decided to abandon our endeavor in favor of backing straight out. I say we…really, it was James who did all the work. I suck big time at backwards driving. He slowly creeped past the door, leaving mere inches of space between the driver’s side mirror and the wall, and then he had to gun it to the top. The car made a horrible noise, accompanied by an alarming smell. But he managed to make it out on to the street without killing the car, or any passing pedestrians, for that matter. Way to go, husband!
Needless to say, we won’t be parking the rental in the garage again. And when our car finally arrives, we’re going to have to get used to backing it in from the street. I would imagine backing down the hill would be MUCH easier than backing up it. I guess I’ll find out in a few weeks. James thinks we should ask the landlord to install one of those wheelhouses they use to turn around train cars. That would solve everything!