But then happenstance intervened. A Premier 1 shared hangar space with our Cheyenne in New Hampshire, so I emailed the owner. Pete was only too glad to show me the airplane. On a sunny summer day, he unlocked the hangar door, hooked the airplane up to external power and welcomed me, Cathy and two grandsons in. While I sat up front, the boys worked the magical window shades with such vigor that I feared they would break them. (Pete told me later that nobody is allowed to touch the window shades in his airplane.) Meanwhile, up front, I was welcomed by the Collins Pro Line 21 and its fabulous FMS. This setup was exactly what I was used to. The layout of the cockpit made great sense. The autopilot, yaw damper and their controls were positioned just under the glareshield for competent head-up management. And then there was the legendary Beechcraft quality. Everything had heft, and nothing felt flimsy.