On a hot summer day in the rounding years of my twenties I ventured into the deep underbelly of Vancouver. Even traversing so far beneath the streets could not shade of from the heats presence. Guided by the scraping of our antenna did we find our path. Two stories away from the sky did we find suitable accommodations for our nearly seven foot high hulking mass of tire and steel. We sought to find the mechanical marvel of which to present our coin, but to no avail! only by delving further into the bowels of the earth could we find the station of which we could gain the favour to stay within these walls. By chance you find yourself within these same walls pay mind to the hidden toll collector for they dwell deeper than the first common folk. The mid day allows for great range of choice to situate one's steed for a short time. However, be warned! there is little guidance towards the surface when you delve into this hovel. 4/5 would park again.

Always clean and safe!

Dreadful service.