Holy hell, how could I forget? Something momentous happened yesterday while at work landscaping. I got to drive a Caterpillar track loader! Sweet-tooth Jesus was it amazing. Talk about a piece of machinery built from necessity and testosterone!
You sit in the seat and grasp the handles. Buckle in. Like mounting some kind of futuristic war machine. Ease the throttle forward. Disengage the safety features. Feet operate the pneumatics; hands forward moves forward; hands backward moves backward; one hand forward, one hand backward turns. A throaty rumble accompanies every primitive jerking movement. Steep hills and loose dirt bow before your might. I felt like I could drive the thing all day. You've got to try one!