I Am NOT Selling My Car
When I found out I was moving back to SF, three things happened. I was a little sad because I knew what/who I couldn’t take with me. Excitement to be closer to my sisters and the friends I left behind when I left last time. And then a few minutes later there was panic. I have a 5 speed manual transmission Subaru. San Francisco has a lot of hills, very steep hills with parallel parking… To survive I would need to sell my car. It arrived about 3 weeks after I did and on the day it arrived, I was living in Dogpatch which is near the ball park and very flat. Eventually I would need to drive to my sister who lives in the Richmond district (also flat) and there was no way to get there without hitting a few hills. I needed to get this car registered and sold stat.. The stress I created was a little overwhelming. There was many a time I would be driving and then realize there was a hill ahead and what would result would be just a crazy maze to find the least scary route.. Every time I would drive a hill I hadn't driven before I would tell my sister, I would do a happy dance, and she would roll her eyes. Slowly but surely I would get a little more bold. Now two months later I am not panicked. There are a few hills that I still actively avoid but for the most part I would have to work hard to hit any of the really steep hills. They are super steep and would instill fear in people with automatic transmission. But for now I think I will keep my car. As for parallel parking, I have always loved it... Bring it on the smaller the better..










