If there had been a flying club nearby with a vintage four-place taildragger I would have joined it, but there wasn't. Instead I found myself looking at online classified ads and perusing type club websites. I ran the numbers and concluded that $1,200 a month would cover a loan, insurance, hangar rent, maintenance, and fuel and oil for 10 hours of flying. I know that amount is small change to many pilots, but where I come from, $14,400 per year is a heck of a lot of money. Perhaps I'm finally shedding my cheapskate ways, because the old me wouldn't have even considered it. Here's what I'm coming to realize as I get older: my most treasured possessions are the wonderful memories I've made exploring our fascinating world with the people I love. I have never once regretted spending money on a good adventure. Flying 120 hours a year, I expect to have a lot of great adventures, and in the end, I'll never miss the cash. I'm a lucky man, for Dawn readily agreed and gave her blessing. Thus resolved, we began to search in earnest for a classic little airplane to call our very own.