This past January, walking up to my fresh-out-of-annual Beechcraft Bonanza in a heated hangar in Moriarty, New Mexico, I immediately noticed something different about my bird. The wing-walk section leading to the door was brand new—black-as-night paint, with a perfect grit. When I dropped her off, the walk had been dirt gray at best and had as much grip as the ice rink at Rockefeller Center.
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