have been made about the noble struggle of the dazed motorist, but there is a point when comedy turns to tragedy, and that point is probably two days. After finishing last week's marathon in 3 hours and 16 minutes, Albany resident Charles Petraske couldn't remember where he parked his car in Manhattan for 48 hours. "I was completely disoriented. I had no idea where the heck I was, or where my car is parked, and I had no phone and no money," Petraske tells the Post. This is exactly why we never exercise under any circumstances.
Petraske did remember "parking near a scrolling billboard displaying ads for Coke Mini, New York State Lottery and Mastercard," which narrowed it down to 3,688,283 parking spots. Eventually he called his wife to pick him up, and called Cemusa, the firm that places ads on bus stops and loves us all, very very much. After relaying to them which ads he remembered seeing on the stop, they told him he probably parked on West 31st Street, close to Madison Square Garden. "You'd think I would have remembered that," he said. Not if he was there on New Year's Eve!