#116: The Left Turn

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Today, I’m going to discuss driving, specifically taking left turns. The idea for this blog came to me while I was driving to work this morning. I was in the parking garage of 101 Park Place, pulling out of my parking spot, when I saw another car zooming around the corner. Every time I’m in the garage, it seems there’s another car rolling rapidly along, usually turning right down the stairway. The problem with turning right is, it’s a tight turn and there’s a metal grate lining both sides of the stairway, close enough to the cinder block edges that cars can scratch against it. Inevitably, this happened to me during our first week living in Park Place. I turned right, and the car door was scratched all over. I had a anxiety attack as soon as it happened, knowing fully well I messed up the car majorly but not knowing the extent of the damage done to it. When I pulled over and looked at the car, the anxiety settled a bit, especially because Alex was reassuring me that it wasn’t a big deal. But regardless, the scratches are still on the car and we’ve yet to fix them. It’s on our agenda!

I turn left into most parking spots, also. Not as a result of the scratch, just in general. I’ll go out of my way to turn left into a parking spot and make sure to turn smoothly and slowly into it, even though a right-turn parking spot might be closer to the destination. I love being able to turn left, as I don’t have to stress as much about parking. It’s a deficiency in my driving skills, and yet I don’t really have any urgency to fix it. I feel fine turning left when I need to.