Gone in 60 seconds

When P was a kid, there were many occasions where he longed to ride in dad's hod rod "Spra Coupe" [sic]. With it's sleek lines, aerodynamic design, 4-on-the-floor, and what seemed to be the basic skeleton of wings.  Additionally it had really cool controls that allowed the driver to pull a lever and lift a wing which led a small boy to dream of a delightful blend of race car and flapping winged aeroplane.

Today, P got the pleasure of driving this dream as the job was spraying the venerable herbicide, RoundUp, on a field of recently drilled soybeans.  The spraying went reasonably well, though a bit of the sheen of the boyhood dream wore off in the process.

The first thing to note is that this isn't the machine I sat in while day-dreaming in the machine shed.  The original was a (permanent) convertible, this one a sort of T-top coupe design – supposedly an improvement, but a whole lot goofier looking.

The second is that power steering really is quite nice.  These types of Spra Coupes are wrist breakers as that single front wheel catches on ruts, rocks and other things snapping and spinning the steering wheel hard and fast enough to make you think you're sticking your hands into a fan.  Luckily, P still has all 10  digits in working order.

These are but small nitpicks when you're truly living the dream.