I'm driving, as though in downtown Beaverton, toward the gym. My car has some sort of trouble, and I pull over to the side of the road, in an area marked with signs as No Parking, but otherwise looks like a good place out of the way. I start looking at the problem, and somebody pulls up in a huge truck, like the size of a camper, to help me.

Now I have to get out of the road, since he's with me. Off the side of the road is what appears to be an abandoned, overgrown parking area, so I tell the guy I'm going to pull over onto this 'pad', where he can pull in too. I drive to the very back of it, and he pulls his truck in so we can both work on my car.