Yes, I could. I could adapt, I think, to anything that flies. I intend, as my life winds down, to keep flying to the last possible moment, until my money, my eyes or my heart wear out. They are all airplanes and every airplane, even the ugliest, slowest, most ponderous of them is magnificent in its own right. Sure, some are awkward and unpleasant to fly, but they are much more enjoyable than not flying at all. A 40-year-old 172 is a beauty.