JfmC
Bloodsail Admiral

A real man lets his hose loose. Especially in a spring morning, when the window is open and the cool not too cold, not too hot breeze is gently making it's way down the valley, between the mountains and up the hills. You don't want hands to get in it's way.
Plus, rarely the power of the flow is strong enough to induct dangerously excessive movement of the doodly-dong.