I just wanted a jet, and a Beechcraft Premier 1 at that. Rational thought and careful analysis were overwhelmed by emotion. As I was late in my flying career, a sense of urgency suffused the entire process. I wasn’t oblivious, but I was not cautious. When presented with an unpleasant fact or two, I disregarded or diminished their importance. Like a man advised that his intended lover had flaws, I didn’t want to hear it, excused it, dismissed it and, ultimately, regretted it.