When your airplane search becomes serious, with money in the bank and the initial research complete, other aspects of life tend to fall to the wayside. Like a shark sensing blood in the water, your focus narrows. You fixate on locating your prey and making the kill. Things like grocery shopping, household maintenance, family functions, and most other normal adult responsibilities all take a back seat to the hunt. In my case, so too did the whole idea of finding a hangar.
I always had a vague, nebulous notion that at some point, I’d have to learn about hangars. I certainly knew they existed, but I had no clue how to determine which airports had availability and what the going rates were, much less how to get one of my own. These were details that could be ironed out later, I reasoned. No sense in entertaining such distractions until it became absolutely necessary.
