It takes a certain type a bastard to proudly acclaim that he is A. a Bastard, and B has been so recently. As such I join the long line of folks who have committed a "dick move". Today while going out to lunch I found myself in a parking lot where the only available parking spot was in a space occupied by a BMW rs100 or similar. I regrettably poinied up next to him; not as to interfere with his leaving, but certainly as to use some of his space. It then occurred to me that I've never been instructed in the ways of Biker parking etiquette. I was wondering, at what point is close too close? and what makes a "polite" fellow motorcyclist on the road, and when surrounded by hyper-caffinated soccer-mom death machines?