This was not happening to him, McCoy thought as the tractor hurtled towards him when Kennedy passed out at the wheel and managed to get away in time, reaching into his medical pouch slung around his shoulders as he swallowed his pride -- something that was very difficult to do -- and climbed onto the tractor as it passed him and picked out his hypospray.

Oh and he also stopped the tractor. Goddamn eighteenth century boys and their inability to use a machine.