The Forester beeped in reverse, even when there was nothing really behind it. With the height of the lower deck from the driveway, and the width of the new gate, it was perfect for backing up the Forester with about an inch of leeway on either side. The kids were more than happy to jump into the back at this height. The rusty howling dog watches over everyone as they pack in.
I changed jobs this week (similar position, different company) and had to give the Forester back. I hope my new company car is also a greyhound-friendly vehicle. The kids love breaking in a new company car, aka hair everywhere and nose prints on every accessible window.