As it was, the driver had to take a run for it, back up, get a better angle, go forward a bit, back up, get a better angle, and so on. In the meantime, the driver honked the horn mercilessly until the people who’d parked their cars at the side of the road came out and removed them from the general vicinity of this corner. And a trishaw snuck past. Of course.
Never mind the fact that the vehicle could have been driven down another road, unobstructed, with fewer corners to navigate, to get to where he eventually wound up at.