Vogt quickly got up the rest of the ladder, sat in the ride along seat,
and pulled the door closed trapping the corn chaff in the cab. Wade
turned the fan to high in an effort to filter the dust out, turned down
the music, and the steering wheel turned on it's own. He didn't suspend
the auto function of the wagon, the corporate gooks were were all about
autonomous function, and he might as well make the right impression.
