Martin had never taken the craft out of the shed before that day. Lorraine simply had to see the Porsenon meadow from "the clouds" though.

"I want to fly it, Martin," Lorraine said, her voice cinched by her too tight corset.
"Certainly," Martin said, as he nervously removed his hands from the wooden wheel that formerly adorned his father's Model-T.

Lorraine pulled the craft into an expertly executed loop-the-loop. Martin's vomit splashed off the aft-pulley as the craft regained level a level flight path.