I’ll never forget the time..

I’ll never forget the time my buddy insisted he could park his enormous yacht of a car, a 1978 Chevrolet Impala, into this tiny parking spot clearly marked “Motorcycle Parking Only”. Upon getting out of the car I was stunned, in such disbelief that the car actually fit, that I felt like I had become a cantaloupe with hamburgers for pockets. That’s not a metaphor, I mean that literally.