on a completely trivial note

Yesterday, I achieved one of my lifetime peak Boston-driving experiences: I found a parking spot on Tyler St in Chinatown on my first pass.

I went to dinner at Peach Farm, and I wanted to cruise by to make sure it was where I thought it was before going far afield to park the car and make my way back. But there I was, about to turn left onto Tyler St, and a car pulled out of a perfectly-Mini-sized spot.

I feel like I beat one of the two final bosses of Boston parking. The other, of course, is the North End.