I’m a bit taller than Danny is remembering: 6’0, with an orangutan torso and arms. He’s correct that I fit Ron’s car better, but none of the Spyders I sat in were even close.
The top of Danny’s windshield hit me at the jawline. The top of Ron’s hit me about eye level. I know from my own car, that tipping the seats back help keep me lower in the car. I don’t think it would be enough me to fit behind the windshield.
Pity. Cars like Ed’s make me weak in the knees.