I must admit that I was hung up between the Tug, Jeep, and my old M54A1. All of which would be a pleasure to own, nurture, and pass on for others to enjoy. I was especially drawn to the Aircraft Tug. For 30 years, I was the slum landlord at our regional airport having built a hundred or so aircraft hangars there in the mid-1980s. I would have stood on my head on the tarmac spitting wooden nickels if I could have used such a tug during those years. Sweeping, pushing snow, or towing the heavier stuff in a skid-steer or some old vanilla tug is just plain boring in comparison. From my perspective, it is a fine piece of versatile machinery indeed. This month was fun. I may have been inspired to do it again in the near future with another one of my Emotional Support Vehicles.