Yard packing features — logbook Toyota Land Cruiser 1996
The yard is often very tight with parking spaces, and for some reason near my entrance?! O_O
Have to squeeze through
Even at a low one, so as not to scatter a snowdrift and so as not to be blown into the puzoterki
And we rub the tyutka into the tutelka
View from above
Damn, some ladies in the place where there were two large cars manage to park one of their small nasty puzoterka ... pipets! O_O
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Moreover, to tow without damaging anything, and the gays don’t “scold†:)
And with the female sex, my logic can not cope. There was a nine, I was driving along the main road, on the right adjoins the road on which the sign "give way." I’m driving 60-70 km of ice, I’m looking at the fourteenth tinted one, it drives up confidently to the intersection. I slowed down, you never know the horseman :) The fourteenth slows down, well, I think it skips as expected. I give gas, and take the fourteenth, and it’s not an intersection that leaves. Brake, don't slow down, stuck in the wing, the toad is choking, for two weeks I doused the car with emerald :) I go out, I go to the driver's mountain to ask if it's normal, no? I didn’t have time to get there, at the fourteenth the door opens, two legs on heels stick out, and a crazy woman of 35 years old climbs out. You will be amazed that she answered me! :) "And you didn't see that I'm going!" That's it, I'm immediately in a stupor, what else can I talk about with her! :)
I’m driving in the second row, and from the third rotary dude on a 10-ke turns onto mine without a turn signal and rubs the bumper on my footboard ... I brake, it seems like something was heard ... I come up and ask: why don’t we use turn signals at least? ... and he himself didn’t hear anything behind the sound of his subwoofer ... well, they parted without complaints
Agree! "My" citizen "was under a fly, but acquaintances arrived and asked without traffic police, she works for them as an accountant. A day later, she flipped through in full.
Wow! ... these are your vorkutinki harness! :O) It's
even scarier if a woman is driving on the main road: she will crash into a truck trying to pass, she will lose a whole day waiting for the insurance company, but she will NEVER slow down if she thinks she is right!
Moreover, to tow without damaging anything, and the gays don’t “scold†:)
And with the female sex, my logic can not cope. There was a nine, I was driving along the main road, on the right adjoins the road on which the sign "give way." I’m driving 60-70 km of ice, I’m looking at the fourteenth tinted one, it drives up confidently to the intersection. I slowed down, you never know the horseman :) The fourteenth slows down, well, I think it skips as expected. I give gas, and take the fourteenth, and it’s not an intersection that leaves. Brake, don't slow down, stuck in the wing, the toad is choking, for two weeks I doused the car with emerald :) I go out, I go to the driver's mountain to ask if it's normal, no? I didn’t have time to get there, at the fourteenth the door opens, two legs on heels stick out, and a crazy woman of 35 years old climbs out. You will be amazed that she answered me! :) "And you didn't see that I'm going!" That's it, I'm immediately in a stupor, what else can I talk about with her! :)
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The problem of parking in the yard is relevant even with us! The phrase “this is my placeâ€, the words “neighbors†who have been living in this yard for a year, and have their car like a month, are especially freezing. It’s good that the “harey†came out and this is basically enough :) Otherwise, I would have to chew it, perhaps with my feet :), that I have been living here since birth and have been putting cars in this place for like 12 years. I feel sorry for the place, but clean the pancake for yourself and put it there.
Another person got into the habit of putting the car in front of mine, and even across. There are snowdrifts all around, you have to climb out when leaving. Once he asked not to put it like that, he explained it twice, then he spat and left. I drove the Volga with 41 Muscovites, tightened it in front and behind, and left the car at work. The next day I caught it, told him that there was an opportunity to do the same, only not with cars, but with two tractors that would stay here until spring :) Everything seems to be fine now, with understanding :)
and about standing on the cleared place for you, so I would wait for each impudent person and explain that next time I will tow him into a deeper snowdrift ... wow! how angry I am! :about)
you are tough! ... although I also vomit on pissing rags from anger: I decided to teach a woman a lesson on a Chevrolet Aveo - I set the car so that it drives right up (then I measured 2.2 meters), but since this is a woman and she was afraid to leave herself, she put me behind the wheel a man passing by and he scratched her against the fence; after that, the woman immediately found my apartment (we live across the street, in the same pocket), and before scratching, her pride didn’t allow me to come in - so she stole a brand new leatherette case from the spare tire for me ... eh! woman! ... well, before, and right now, in the southern regions of our vast one, it was possible for a woman in physics to explain everything with her hands: o)
The problem of parking in the yard is relevant even with us! The phrase “this is my placeâ€, the words “neighbors†who have been living in this yard for a year, and have their car like a month, are especially freezing. It’s good that the “harey†came out and this is basically enough :) Otherwise, I would have to chew it, perhaps with my feet :), that I have been living here since birth and have been putting cars in this place for like 12 years. I feel sorry for the place, but clean the pancake for yourself and put it there.
Another person got into the habit of putting the car in front of mine, and even across. There are snowdrifts all around, you have to climb out when leaving. Once he asked not to put it like that, he explained it twice, then he spat and left. I drove the Volga with 41 Muscovites, tightened it in front and behind, and left the car at work. The next day I caught it, told him that there was an opportunity to do the same, only not with cars, but with two tractors that would stay here until spring :) Everything seems to be fine now, with understanding :)
It is women who somehow gravitate more to the organization of housing. :O)
And the state is also involved here, it just always remains in the shadows - otherwise the very foundation of statehood and slavery in the form of money will be undermined (purely IMHO).
But on the other hand, everything around us reminds us that it would be nice to stop playing all this seriously; o) ... otherwise you won’t find clean water anyway, so everyone sees the meaning of their life as how to get as much asshole in their ass and so that the neighbor I didn’t find out where he was dragging from ... accordingly, by the end of his life, a person has nothing but struggle and the fear of losing what he has acquired.
ahh, well, this is not the worst option, albeit a very unpleasant one, there are so many such cases, ordinary people are robbed and the state is indifferent, but if some Khodorkovsky doesn’t report another “cutlet†in his pocket, then 14 years in prison right away ...
machine Yes, no matter what happens, it always pleases the eye and warms the soul) ) )
Yeah, something like that ... I managed to register the ownership of the objects of unfinished construction, such that there were no double sales.
It remains to carry out work on connecting to the sewerage and water (two sections of 4 are glazed and there is electricity), and the project has already been agreed ... let's wait and see how it unfolds, so far I am not interested in anything except the car and everything connected with it ...
Of course, I don’t understand at all how you live in Muscovy, suffer! ... So I also bought a dolevka, but it got stuck: I wanted to be shole by buying it at the foundation stage - but it wasn’t there, there’s no such thing as a freebie ... although at the moment my views on life and ideas have changed so much that this dolevka has already not happy at all :o(
so they didn’t buy) 30 years in the queue for resettlement and here it is happiness) you find yourself in the lair of visiting careerists, and now you think that it’s better with ten, but in the good old Khrushchev, or in two, but on the battlefield for a square centimeter.
and at the expense of the affordable people's garage has long been ridiculous. Garage is a big word. a parking space without walls and doors costs 350t.r. in what place and to what people it is accessible is not clear) ) )
damn, in new buildings it’s finally ass ... but the people choose their own adventures, no one forces them to buy huts there and shit on each other’s heads and fight each other for two square meters under the car (they force them to buy a parking space that costs a little less than the apartment itself ) ... but on the other hand, as long as people play these catch-up games invented for us, there will be a battle for parking
well, apparently your grandmothers and dog lovers are more good-natured) ) ))
our wheels are cut even if the car is parked in accordance with all the rules and does not interfere with anyone.
70 percent of the house is rented, so there are 2-3 cars per apartment, the parking lot is just a battlefield, the wheels are cut with enviable constancy, and even if the woman is the driver.
there are no free parking lots in the area, so I look every day with envy at the "field for dogs" so they will immediately burn them alive) ) ​​) ) )
well, firstly: nothing grows on the lawn because of the tall trees, sometimes there are dog guam and gobies (although there were attempts to defend some lawns near the children's slides during the thaw: all sorts of questions were written on the windows of cars with a sponge in the dark ; most likely, female dog owners were attracted to this); secondly: the elderly ladies of our entrance to me have mixed feelings (from aggression to maternal love); thirdly: those lawns that are of value are already fenced with posts, and I myself took an active part in the activities of grandmothers (on my account: digging out unnecessary pieces of iron; stealing wild rose bushes from a neighboring kindergarten and subsequent planting along "our" perimeter; transport / import potatoes and any household equipment from grandmothers to their children to other parts of the city without charging for transportation, etc. etc.); Well, it's winter right now — lawnOFnet!
and the old women from the house do not lisp curses in the wake? sort of like a car on the lawn and under the windows?
it’s so scary to bet with us, although there are no other options left, either the grandmothers will scratch it, or the pigs will simply lower the wheels, or the teaching staff will gallop with a fine.
women are different; O)
And the fact that she is easy-going is a very rare quality in women! :about)
apparently I'm not the right woman, tsatski and organizing housing are of little interest to me)
but to drive off to another continent, but by car, but with tents, this is a pleasure)
"a person has nothing but a struggle and fear of losing what he has acquired" - that's for sure! harsh truth of life
A similar situation happens when there is nowhere to stand in the yard, you have to climb somewhere))
No, only the administrators, either with fear or with interest, jumped out to see how I arranged a parking space for myself ...
Yyyyy)))
Today I scored on Shniva at the sports complex - the place in the parking lot was the most trump card in the course immediately to the complex, the wipers piled a decent mountain of snow there. It is obvious that no one except me even thought about it)))) I blew it up and rolled it well "back and forth" ... well, I moored ...
right now, the snowdrift in this place has grown up to my glass, you won’t get in right away ... and the janitors will swear in the morning that the whole snowdrift has been dragged around the yard :o)
We do not practice fines for this, although in Syzran for three years they have been constantly fined for lawn parking. It depends on the region and city.
And in winter there are no lawns. :about)
I also often drove my patrol beyond the borders of the curb, since the tongue cannot be called a lawn. But policemen often pass through our yard, who once grabbed me as I was getting out of the car. As a result, parking turned out to be too expensive at 5000r.