At Vazquez Saturday I rode with Phil to the meet, never registered anything about the car, and just hopped out and started talking to people and wandering around. 20 minutes later I was ready to get dressed to run and realized I didn’t know what color the car was or exactly where it was parked. It took me several circuits of the parking lot to find it. Surprised to find out the car was red, but that helped explain why I couldn’t find it checking all the gray cars in the parking lot.
Not exactly related, but when I got our Turo car on Friday morning, I first went to get some breakfast because Nancy had some stuff to do in the hotel room for work. When she was done I swung by to pick her up, and I was puzzled as to why she was just standing there outside the lobby instead of coming over to the car, like she usually does when I pick her up... oh... I'm not driving the customary car...
My own "Buffalo
" moment is coming. It's not here yet, but it's coming.
I don't know what technique you were using to look for your car, but a common one is to wander up and down the aisles of the parking garage repeatedly pressing the button on the remote in hopes of being close enough to get the horn to honk.
Yup, sure did that a bunch of times, also pushing the red button that would set off the alarm.
The layout of the garage actually made it more difficult. It wasn't just a matter of check one floor, and then the next, and so so, because there was also parking on the sloping sections that connected the floors. And, though I thought I had parked on one of the sloping parts, I wasn't sure. At some point the only thing I was pretty sure of was that I must have already been by some places two or three times.
The only saving grace was that my energy was remarkably good. Legs felt fine. Felt like I could keep going for quite a while. And quite afraid I might have to.
We had our own Bradley garage incident a few years back. Got home from someplace around midnight after being away for several days to find that we hadn’t quite closed the rear passenger side door and the battery was dead. Lucky for us there is a guy who drives around the garage during the night just to keep an eye on things, and he was able to give us a jump.
Harks back to Logan some 15 years ago. I, the designated car parker, didn’t pay attention to the car location as I hurried off for the flight. A decent bit of time later we returned…which garage, which floor, which section? We spent some 45’ looking.
More than par for the course back then. Now, I’m are supposed to take conscious note but really didn’t going to SLC Oct 15, 0450 airport arrival at Manchester, NH. However, it's smaller so easier to recreate the return walk after 2 weeks.
Well seems to me we need maps of where we're parked to avoid all these problems.
If it's an outdoor lot, log the walk from your car to the bus stop or terminal on your watch, then Attackpoint will have the answer. Otherwise take a picture of your parked car with your phone.
Photo without the geotag is the way to go, then it's a game. I did that with a friend's car—parked it at SFO and took a picture of it but didn't tell him where I'd parked it. He found it, eventually, and he definitely for sure enjoyed the challenge.