The 42nd and Treadmill complex parking lot has several sections, the smallest of which is usually occupied by my car. There is almost, but not quite, room for three cars. Staff doesn’t park there, except for me: I occupy the right-hand space, and have for many years. Recent Adventures in Immobility have not made it necessary to move; it has required only one lift over the standard concrete end-of-space barrier.
Then the powers that be removed the barrier from the middle space, so I can just wheel right through it. It’s still a sharp right turn, but no more lifting, so I’m fine with that. Still, it has been observed that I need as much space to the left of the car as I can get, so Phase Two was introduced today: a No Parking sign installed in that middle space. There remains plenty of room for one more car, but there’s no way that car can get in my way.