AIR­PORT LOTTO, OR PLAY THE SLOTS

Herald Sun - Motoring - - CARSGUIDE CONFIDENTIAL - Paul Gover

EV­ERY time I ar­rive at an air­port, Mr Grumpy comes too. It’s noth­ing to do with the check-in pro­ce­dure or se­cu­rity bar­rier, even though they can be an­noy­ing, and ev­ery­thing to do with the car park­ing.

Ev­ery slot I go for seems to have shrunk.

Cars are grow­ing all the time, and hulk­ing SUVs feel as if they need a gir­dle to tackle nar­row coun­try roads. Yet the air­port people still seem de­ter­mined to jam-pack as many slots as pos­si­ble. Even parks that were ad­e­quate for a Com­modore or Fal­con are now re-striped to squeeze the slots.

One morn­ing I had three at­tempts to slide a tid­dler Re­nault Clio be­tween a Nis­san Navara and a VW Touareg sit­ting right on their lines. In ten­nis, they would have been out.

I could barely crack the door open with­out bang­ing the Nis­san.

Mr Grumpy was not happy. But then Mr Happy cracked a smile, as I spotted a tiny Pro­ton Savvy jammed — naughty for sure — in the mid­dle of two hand­i­capped spots. The space be­tween the two other parked cars was big­ger than the slot I had just taken.

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