On the other hand, the Cheyenne is a wondrous machine. I've been to Houston recently, flying from Tampa right across the Gulf of Mexico to Leeville on the Louisiana coast. Groundspeeds (well, water speeds) were slow at first in the face of a 50-knot headwind, but I ended up making it nonstop in three hours and forty minutes. Out in the middle of the Gulf I hit the nearest airport key on the GPS and the page was blank. I was 134 nautical miles from the nearest paved runway. Still, those PT-6s turboprops ran like tops, and I had not a minute's unrest or worry about my swimming abilities. Maybe, I started to think, all this business about a jet is too wasteful, too much, too expensive, too, well, obnoxious.