Other than pulling the trigger that fired the big gun there was nothing more fun than driving a tank. Even though I spent some time on a tank in Vietnam, more about that later, this would be my only opportunity to drive one. There wasn't a steering wheel but I believe a t-bar that changed the rotation of the tracks. The seat lowered so you could put the hatch over your head and watch where you were going through three little periscopes. I don't recall driving with the hatch closed.