I went to visit with Jane last night and spent about half an hour driving around, looking for a parking space large enough for my widdle twuck. If she hadn't offered to let me park in her driveway (which I hear is going to be a severly punishable offense soon), I'd still be looking for a space, I'm sure of it. I think the following exchange from Leila adequately sums up parking in the City:

me, picking up a friend in Cole Valley on our way to the Sketchfest: "clothing crisis? ready to go finally?"
him, pointing to the space where I'd parked my car in front of his apartment: "is that your car?"
me: "um, yeah..."
him: "you got a parking space?"
me, laughing: "I guess I did."
him: "you wanna just move in?"