With the light quickly fading on the eve of the winter solstice, I increased my pace of applying liquid wax to the last few sections underneath the right wing. The creeper wheels clacked over the concrete floor. As I wiped the microfiber cloth across the aluminum surface, an unfamiliar pickup truck slowly rolled into view and parked next to the row of T-hangars opposite me.
The truck movement seemed hesitant, and the driver remained in the cab. A gate card is required for entrance, so I wasn’t overly concerned about security issues. That said, I thought it best to make a friendly inquiry. The driver, a young man in his early 30s, was picking up his uncle, who had just purchased a Mooney Ovation (M20R) and was en route from Houston. Having met the uncle months back, I recalled a shiny Beech Baron in his hangar. “Quite the transition,” I thought to myself.
