When I was a kid growing up in lower Manhattan, my father would always tell us, “The parking gods are on our side.” Circling the blocks around our apartment after running an errand, he never failed to ...

For decades, my dad has been saying that he doesn’t want to hear a word about self-driving cars until they exist fully and completely. Until he can go to sleep behind the wheel (if there is a wheel) ...

If you've been driving for long enough, and particularly if you've had the same car for a long time, you develop a keen instinct for which parking spots will be too much of a squeeze. Parallel parking ...