Death to Parking Lots! Rocky Speaks.

6 Feb
Posted in: Drives
By    4 Comments

A request from David W: “… we want to hear from Rocky (uncensored).” Well, here you go:

You don’t know what it’s like out here. You just go into the store, shop around, and find us right where you left us when you return. You don’t know what it’s like when you leave, when the engine stops, when we just sit here, still, waiting, waiting, waiting to be free again and on the road and winding and weaving, pavement humming under the tires, air blowing through the engine and tickling my rear-view mirrors. This parking lot … is a prison and it’s filled with zombies.

Please don’t make me go back to suburbia and its unlimited parking lots. I’ll do anything. Let’s go back to Mount Lemmon and the Catalina Highway. I’ll take you to the top, no problem. These other cars here, can’t you smell the stench of desperation from them? They’re the un-dead.

The Parking Lot.

The Parking Lot.

They spend all of their days stopping at the command of the evil red light, surrounded by a car herd in traffic, repeating the same paths over and over and over and over again. They don’t ever get to see new roads, breathe air that didn’t come out of the asses of the cars ahead. They don’t live. They’re hearses driving around their occupants from little death to little death.

Would you like to sit stationary surrounded by heaps of rotting human flesh? Of course not, but that’s what the parking lot is to me. Please don’t make me park in another. At least have the decency to park me on the street where I can watch the cars pass by and I can lie to myself about their freedom. I’ll tell myself they’re heading to the mountains or to the countryside. I can do that on the street, just park me on the street. I beg you — not the parking lot. No more parking lots.

“Let’s take Highway 1 and wind our way up along the coast,” I hear the fuzzy one say to the long-haired driver.

Yay! Oh, wonderful news! Winding roads and fresh ocean air. Don’t forget to wash the salt spray off, please! Goodbye, parking lots!

  • Aw, come on… I moved from NYC to Phoenix, undeniably going from mass transit and culture to sprawl as most people term it. But those parking lots you refer to represent on of the thing we love about Phoenix. To this day, we are awed by the fact that we can drive (#1) and park in FRONT of every store we go to. Except for handicap spots – which are like the Tribbles of Blacktop – we always find a spot near the front of every place we go. That represents to us “space” – Convenience, Freedom, the general comfort of not having to constantly fight for every inch around us. You can dread parking lots and sprawl much like people dread corporate cubicle jobs, but the sheer relaxation of having personal space should not be discounted. 

    Nothing wrong with sprawl surrounded by mountains!

    • Sure, but the freedom to own a car can quickly turn sour if you’re required to own a car to get anywhere. Poorly designed towns that only cater to cars and ignore pedestrians are terrible — and they have terrible traffic. We walked 3 blocks to the grocery store one night in Phoenix and it was terrible. The best places balance high and low density (in my opinion). Being able to walk to a good restaurant or bar from your home is a great luxury. Being able to escape your town and get into the wilderness is a great one too.

      Seen this? 

  • David

    Rocky, you do have a choice   , but something tells me that you would do anything to protect your long-haired and fuzzy occupants.  Treat them well because, while you have traveled thousands of miles, you still have a whole country to go and that does not even include Texas.