Parking is one of the most challenging aspects while living in this 7-mile radius, 800K population city. The city is filled with parking zones marked by faded paint and taped up cardboard signs that make it impossible to know if you're legally parked or not. Aside from the lack of clarity on legal parking, the majority of spaces are sized to fit Smartcars and Minis.
It's become a habit when I park, to visually check both ends of my SUV to ensure I'm not invading another vehicle's space or blocking a driveway. I did my routine check as I parked to attend a Bikram Yoga class. Ninety minutes later, I left class feeling thankful I saved enough energy throughout my day to end with a challenging Bikram class.
I started walking towards my car, searching in the distance, wondering "how far did I park"? The most awful, sinking feeling came over me as I realized my car was no longer there. I quickly entered panic mode of... what the heck do I do now? It was getting dark, I was significantly far from my house, I had no clue of any tow truck companies or what number to call and I had no form of payment on me to call a cab since my wallet was in my car. I was screwed.
I trecked up the hill back to the yoga studio hoping I could get some help there. There was one guy, David, left in the building. I asked if he knew who to contact if my car was towed. David gave me a sympathetic look and stated his car has been towed 10 times and that he could tell me exactly who to contact and where to go. After donating $2 for me to ride the muni (remember my wallet is in the car) across town and beginning to describe where I needed to go, he realized I had absolutely no clue where he was directing me. David became my saving grace as he offered to give me a ride.
Thirty minutes and $430 later, I had my vehicle back on the road. It turns out a neighbor called in a "driveway complaint" for my SUV. Perhaps my vehicle was over the line by about 6 inches but to request having my car towed is outrageous. They even disclosed the address of the person who called... I must keep reminding myself bad karma is in his future. San Francisco Parking & Transportation doesn't know who they're dealing with because I will dispute this and win. Thanks to growing up in a family of attorneys, it's in my blood to negotiate my way.
Don't worry I'll keep you posted.