This morning's fun: storm was coming in, so I went out for my long run before that hit. The new toy was still in the driveway; I figured it could handle being rained on. About four miles from home, the storm hit like the wrath of an angry god, and large limbs were getting ripped off treed in front of me and thrown into the middle of the street. AG was at the gym and it lost power for a while. Suddenly I remembered there was a big tree above the driveway and I could just see getting back to a smashed-in roof after less than a day and sobbing on the couch. Turned on the jets, got home (everything was fine) and discovered that yes, the truck does fit in the garage. It takes care, and the park assist complains multiple times in the process, but it fits. It'll probably only go in the garage when I have time and no distractions and am not in a rush and hungry, but it fits, which is good.