There's a reason designated parking spaces are designed to an approved national standard. And if -- like me -- you rely on a vehicle (let's say an old battered, red Transit van or a shiny new Chrysler Voyager) with a side-entry hoist or unfolding ramp, you really, really, truly, cross-my-heart-and hope-to-die need that no parking space between the parked cars.
That's why it's painted with those brightly-coloured, thick yellow lines. It proclaims to the world:
DO NOT PARK YOU'RE BEATEN-UP, SCRATCHED TOYOTA CAMRAY HERE.
So there go two and a half hours of my life I'm never getting back. Not ever. Never.