Turns out that I do have a “parking” story (that I dare tell) after all!
We were creative and determined.
This can only have taken place between 10/2/74 and some time in the spring of 1975. My best guess is January. Maria and I were newly in love and just eighteen years old. We both commuted to college, and lived about an hour apart, so finding alone time together was a challenge. But the libidos of a pair of teenagers in the throes of sexual discovery might power a small aircraft carrier. We were creative and determined.
We met on campus (about halfway between our homes) one morning. Our school was off all of January, or maybe we had no classes that day, or just a lot of down time. We walked around campus, hand in hand. While we were there, it started snowing. Fat, wet, sticky flakes. We came to the lot where my car was parked. The few cars in the lot were all covered by a white blanket. Opaque.
It wasn’t even that cold; it generally isn’t when the snow is like that. In a few minutes the windows that we had disturbed getting into the car were again blocked. We didn’t even need the back seat; my old Ford LTD with the bench seat had lots of room up front.
We had time, so we took our time. We had a great time.
Eventually we needed to rest and regroup. That was when we noticed that the snow had ceased. The combination of above freezing temperature and the heat of two teenagers recreating within the car had completely melted the snow from the windows. We could see people returning to their cars, or clearing their windshields.
Luckily I had parked in a far corner, away from the buildings.
Dave VentreA hyper-annuated wannabee scientist with a lovely wife and a mountain biking problem.
Fun story Dave! I was afraid you’d tell us that when you two came up for air, you had an audience watching you through the windshield!
Now your secret is safe with us!
That’s a pretty funny parking story. Young love melting the snow-covering from the windows.
Great parking story, Dave. I’m with Dana, I was sure when you said that the snow had melted off the windows, that it would turn out that there were people watching you.
That is so cute, Dave, and I’m glad you parked far away from the other cars!
That is truly a memorable memory, and a happy ending besides. You capture the moment beautifully.
Just re-read Snowbound, a perfect story to repost and a lovely way to spend a snow day!,
Very nice “parking” story. My fear as I read was not of attracting an audience; it was of being oblivious to the snow falling at a great rate and piling up so heavy that it would be an ordeal to get out.
We were both but eighteen years old. Had the snow persisted, I am sure we could have kept boredom at bay.
Still a great story. Thanks for reposting!
A great experience to share. I was not worried about the snow. I was worried that a security guard would knock on the window.