I planned to build a very chic derby car. Nothing bucolic. Forget the weeds. But I kept having a dream about a dragon with 3 ram heads. Finally I just gave up. The "car" is 8 feet long. I sat inside, working the drag brakes with my hands; feet steering. Smoke bombs billowed from each of the 3 heads. Lit sparklers were all over its woven hide. I made a frightful roaring tape (my friends a capella) which played as I smoked down the hill. What a day.