As part of the celebration of Ten Years After, I saw this and had to post it. Think of it as a variant of parking masterclass. This is somebody practicing their (bad) parking, showing you how to do it by mounting the pavement, even when it’s not necessary. Way to go!
On the way home from the office, I saw this and nearly wept.
Bear in mind, this is no quiet side street. It’s one of the two main roads in and out of the commercial area in Ra’anana. This idiot – and I have full politeness mode on – decided to park half on the pavement, half off, directly blocking the pedestrian crossing.
Also note, this is one of the most dangerous pedestrian crossings in the city. (And, believe you me, there are plenty of close contenders.) It is badly signposted, with insufficient warnings, is partly obscured by nearby parked cars, and the white paint sorely needs a touch up.
I indicated to the gentleman driver (I may have called him something else. and I may have plumbed the deepest depths of my knowledge of Anglo Saxon expletives …) that he should park elsewhere. He resisted. I insisted. (I gave him some helpful physical indications as to what he should do.) He took the hint. He moved his car. I crossed the road, and wondered at the sheer stupidity and selfishness of the driver. By the time I arrived home, I was still troubled by it, hence the post.
Now I feel better!
…more traffic police!
I have this fantasy that as part of an improved diplomatic relationship between Israel and the Scottish National Party, there would be a winning exchange. Israel would send some sunshine, and in exchange Scotland would send some traffic police. Now, wouldn’t that be good?
It’s a while since we have had one of these. This one is a real beauty:
The picture was taken in HaMlachah Street in Ra’anana, behind the Ra’ananim shopping mall. This selfish bastard was parked right on top of a pedestrian (zebra) crossing. If you look, you can see the partly faded white bands on the road. There was space in front and behind, so there was zero need to block the crossing. OK, admittedly tagged red and white to signify ‘no parking,’ but that illegal parking would have been preferable to me and other pedestrians.
In his world, pedestrians don’t matter.
Since most Israeli pedestrian casualties occur at crossings, this behavior was not only selfish, it was downright dangerous, and inexcusable. Continuing proof that we badly need some good old fashioned traffic wardens here.
Return of the parking masterclass.
Here, an example of the type of driver who is absolutely certain that ‘No Entry’ sign is not meant for him; it’s for other drivers…
It’s been a while, and I have tried so hard to refrain from snapping pictures of Israel’s world class parking practitioners, but this one simply demanded that I record it.
Here’s the background.
I am in Ra’anana, having parked my car in a car park. The car park has all that you would expect from a no frills car park: parking spaces with white line markers, and a ticket machine. The car park is not busy. There is plenty of space.
While I am on the phone, a driver brings their car into the car park and abandons it. The driver gets out, and walks away.
This is how it was:
It maybe doesn’t look so bad from the back, but this next view gives you a better appreciation of the quality of this parking.
Truly in a class of its own.
In summary: let’s take up more than one parking space, and let’s not bother about partly blocking the flow of cars around the car park. If you look closely at the background of the second photo, you can see that our practitioner of the black art was inspired by an earlier demonstration of the art.
No excuse, but great inspiration!
On Friday, Susan and I went for a wander round parts of Jaffa, but mainly Shuk Hapishpeshim. It’s a flea market, with some chic shops infiltrating, and some early signs of gentrification. Certainly worth a wander.
Here’s one way to combine your car and your retail business that I had not see before:
Parking is the one challenge when you visit places like this. Susan’s genetically inherited magical parking powers came in handy, and we found a nice slot a couple of blocks away. But for others it was not so easy. We saw the police called to a makeshift parking lot – an abandoned, overgrown plot by the looks of it – because some idiots had blocked other vehicles in.
Then, I spotted this car, whose driver wins the Who cares about pedestrians? award of the day.
If I am reincarnated here, I’m coming back as a commission paid traffic warden. I’ll make a killing…
[Or, there’s always one idiot. As spotted by Susan.]
This one was too good to miss:
Ra’anana, 29 July 2014.
Yes, that’s the pavement he has partly parked on. Yes, that’s the road he’s partly sticking out into. Yes, that’s the driver to the right. He noticed me taking a picture of his car.
You would have been very proud of me. I berated him entirely in Hebrew. Not a single Anglo-Saxon expletive left my lips.
It was, indeed, a parking masterclass. Pedestrians? Sod them? Zebra crossing? What’s that? What a fine example this apparently orthodox chappie set. Doesn’t he look so proud of his work? What an utter…