Dave Scott wishes he had one of these

Happy Easter, Passover, Spring Equinox Fertility Rites, whatever. If you don't put the addendum to 'easter' you just ain't in the loop, man.
Anyhoo, I've got four days off, so suffer in your jocks, urban types. I'm going to Roma for the weekend to abuse my liver and take advantage of tourists.
In the meantime, you might be interested to know what the headline is all about.
Dave Scott was the first bloke to drive a moonbuggy on the moon. This is what dinkum Aussie cottongrowers call a moonbuggy:
Impressed? I was, the first time I ever saw one. Most of the other times that I've seen one, as well. Particularly this one.

Not because the moonbuggy itself is much different from other moonbuggies that I've seen. Rather, it's because the bloke operating it is one of the best machine operators I've seen in quite a few footy seasons.

Like watching a craftsman or skilled tradesman at work, a skilled machinery operator is a joy to behold. There is an economy of movement and a flow to their work that is as rhythmic as any dancer; in some instances, such as a shearer or cabinetmaker, it is beautiful.

This bloke is that good. No wasted movements, no corrections and no rush. He loaded eighty-one modules, weighing an average of about sixteen tonnes, in seven hours. About two of those hours were spent waiting for the trucks to return from the gin. Equally importantly, he left minimal cotton on the ground. I bow before his awesomenessity.