i have a deeper more intimate connection with carparks than you lot though... you would never understand... i spent three years working in a carpark and sometimes cycling round it. or drinking and smoking in it. or playing football in it. or chewing khat in it. or chasing romford pre-teens out of it.
carparks occupy a special place in my soul.
also we used to trigger the gate in one of them by riding under it. the idea was to do it so many times that the car park (totally empty) would register as FULL. we managed that a few times i remember.
actually thinking i might take my children for a jaunt of carpark biking.
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