As more and more daily tasks are taken over by the machines, a newfound appreciation has emerged for certain displays of human art and mastery. We speak, today, of parallel parking.
On Saturday afternoon in Philadelphia, before a panel of judges and a crowd of hundreds, 14 residents took turns angling into tight spaces in the city’s first parallel parking championship. Some of the contestants, like a city bus driver, were professionals, while others were in it for the love of the game. But none were particularly humble when it came to parking.
“I have a parking Instagram,” boasted Missy Philips, 35, a high school Spanish teacher who indeed has an account dedicated to photos of the tight spots she has parked in.
The event was organized principally by Adam Wodka, 42, the self-styled commissioner of the Philadelphia Parallel Parking Association. He and a friend had been discussing the frustration of nailing a parallel parking job, slipping immaculately between two bumpers and realizing that no one was around to see it.
“It’s good to share,” Mr. Wodka said.
Parallel parking competitions appear to have originated in Pittsburgh. Dan Leber, 38, a general contractor, held the first contest there in 2021, measuring each contestant’s attempt by time and distance from the curb, with adjustments for the size of the car. The Pittsburgh competition remains a proudly D.I.Y. affair, with entry open to all and no sponsorships. So far, more than 600 people have taken part.
Mr. Leber, who says next year’s contest may be his last, does not disqualify people for using backup cameras. But truly gifted parkers, he says, will beat the technology — Waymos included.
“Even if a self-driving car could park in a reasonably good time, it’s not going to win the competition,” he said. “A human’s going to win the competition because that human feels their car. Like the car is an extension of them. They get it. They get the flow.”
There are contests now, perhaps unsurprisingly, in Portland, Ore., and Austin, Texas. There was also a contest this year in Richmond, Va.
The Philadelphia version has official sponsors and an application process, with questions such as “What does parallel parking mean to you?” But backup cameras are not allowed in this one, giving the contest an artisanal purity.
“There’s an element of this that is math, that is trigonometry,” Mr. Wodka said. He paused. “I don’t know if it’s trigonometry. But there is this science and feel.”
Out of more than 900 applicants, 15 were chosen to compete, though one did not show up to the event. Some decorated their cars with signs and props, including a giant inflatable rubber duck making an obscene gesture. Several made T-shirts. Mario Zucca, 46, an illustrator who went by the name “One-Shot Mar,” wore an Evel Knievel helmet and jumpsuit.
The drivers competed in three rounds:
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“One Shot”: pulling off a classic parallel park in a single attempt, judged by distance, in inches, from the curb.
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“Tight Squeeze”: maneuvering into a space only 18 inches longer than the driver’s car, judged by how many moves it takes and how often one bumps the cars that one is squeezing between.
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“Under Duress”: parking while navigating various obstacles of Philadelphia street life, such as a trash fire or a crowd yelling “Dallas Sucks,” judged by the final “parallelness.”
The crowd roared when drivers took a particularly adept angle, winced when they hit other cars and, in between, murmured the usual unsolicited coaching of sidewalk parking spectators: “Turned too early.” “Too far, too far.” “OK, now bring it home.”
“It’s a generational thing,” said Jay Vereen, 41, of the unique appreciation felt for a superb parallel parking job. He does not judge people who use cameras, but he said he had no need of them, noting, “I grew up with the rearview mirror, the arm behind the seat.”
The three top scorers went on to the Performance Dodge Ram Finals, where the panel of judges — a bar owner, a comedian and a crossing guard who went viral for a TV interview he gave while eating an ice cream cone last May — decided the winner based on style points alone.
Mr. Zucca, driving a 2012 Mazda 3 hatchback with 155,000 miles on it, was the champion. He beat out a heavy equipment operator and a former driving school instructor, taking home a prize of $76 — the cost of a parking fine in Philadelphia — and a trophy made of a piece of street curb.
The triumph of an amateur only reinforced the idea that parallel parking is an art — if perhaps, in the not-too-distant future, a lost one.
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