I drove the Vette into the garage last night. Only problem here was that the door was down.
I got off at 4:00 this morning and drove home. I pulled into the yard and pulled in front of the garage, where I usually park. When I normally park the Vette outside, I tuck the nose about 1-2 inches from the garage door. Well, when I stopped I let a little pressure off of the brakes and it was enough to let the car roll forward and hit the garage door. Whoops. The Vette wasn't damaged but my dad will most likely kick my ass when he sees the damage that was done to his freshly repainted garage door. Luckily I will be back at work by the time he gets home today so if I ever look towards home and see a mushroom cloud I will have a pretty good idea that maybe Mexico is a bit safer place than home.