When we went into the FBO there was a couple waiting at the counter, their bags stacked next to it. "What are you flying?" the man asked. "A Cardinal," I answered, pointing to it on the ramp. I like looking at it and turned back to him with a smile. "Where did you come in from?" he asked. When I told him, he wanted to know what the weather had been like. He was trying to get somewhere VFR, and, sounding like a weather briefer, I told him I couldn't recommend it. "You're better off being on the ground wishing you were in the air than in the air wishing you were on the ground," I said.