I remember having a garage on Richardson St (Williamsburg half block away from my apt) thinking I was *king of the world. Then walking up to the garage only to see someone blatantly parked in front of it. I'd often think about that morning cluster fuck at the bedford ave L train station... then just open my garage take out my bike and ride the 1hr 20min to UWS for work instead.
Some motherfuckers would be bold and park one car on the street blocking my garage door, then another car on the sidewalk
right in front of the door.
Of course I'd do the thing and just honk incessantly until the offending party would move their car. But sometimes its 2am and you know whomever parked there isn't waking up and I didn't want to wake up the whole block. I did call a towing company a couple of times. It got to the point where I had this single mom neighbor who begged me to leg her park in front of my garage at night and all I had to do was "text her" to move the car which predictably became a huge hassle.
*In fairness the garage rent was only $160 a month paid to a shady elderly italian man who liked me and my wife, and dogs. It was simultaneously the most convenient/inconvenient thing ever to have a car and parking garage unit in nyc. I think my wife and I ended up staying in brooklyn for two extra years because of that garage.