Ahh, the Air Coupe... When I was ~6 years old I got my finger smashed when my Dad slammed the cockpit canopy shut as we were on our take-off roll. Christmas Eve 1967 - going for a flight over the city to check out the Christmas lights. Just about took the end of my middle finger off. Bled like a stuck hog! Still got a "dent" in my fingernail from that wound over 50 years ago.