Once he developed control… I think he went through a lot of pickle jars until his mom stopped asking him to open them for her… likewise, I think there’s a lot of toothpaste on the ceiling. And no, that’s not a euphemism; actual toothpaste, stuck to the ceiling.
Assuming he has a car, parking is never a problem or cost, even in Metropolis. (Both it and Gotham City are essentially NYC, even though it has a separate comics existence, right down to certain landmarks in each, under different names from real-world. This is according to Fleischer in his well-researched Encyclopedia of Comic Book Heroes.)
All he has to do is create a huge distraction with any number of super-powers, and then fly his car to the top of a roof.
Even if he has a passenger he can usually use this tactic. Surely in any really crowded city it is understood and expected that a driver will drop you off close to your destination, even a mutual one, before going somewhere nearby, or not so nearby, to park.
I’ll leave the “reverse” scenario, which may include giving a passenger a ride back home (or elsewhere) as an exercise for the reader.
He can hold his breath until he’s driven past the hog farm or the dead skunk.
When he’s on his bicycle, he doesn’t need to wear a helmet.
(But of course he wears one, just to set a good example.)
Why would Clark have a car in the first place? He lives in a city in which a lack of one is neither necessary nor odd. Having a car would just complicate his life to no purpose. Both pre- and post-Crisis Supes pretended to get around by mass transit in their civilian IDs.
I respectfully disagree. The television documentary “Adventures of Superman” clearly shows that Clark has an attractive Nash-Healey that he drives. Snazzy car!
I think we can all agree that that was a rental, obtained for a trip to the country with the luscious Phyllis Coates.
He’ll never know the heartbreak of Psoriasis.