Spinning in the air... Just imagine. You're sitting in an open cockpit. Yelling "A.a.a.a.nd...contact!" The propeller spins once and dies. The crewman winds it again. "S.e.e.e.e.t... contact" you call again. The propeller jumps to life. The plane begins to shudder, straining at the wheel-blocks. You're trying to shout over the noise of a nine-cylinder Hispano-Suiza engine, sputtering and spewing out a cloud of castor-oil vapor. The plane's only dial is an oil-pressure gauge. Metal wires run in every direction, one end attached to ailerons and tail, the other end to handles inside the cockpit. And the pilot's seat resembled the wicker chair you were never allowed to enjoy on grandmother's porch. L. 23.62 in. x W. 27.17 in. x H. 9.84 in. Valued at $140 (when we called the company)