When I was a kid, I worked at the local airport pumping gas, helping the mechanics, cleaning bathrooms etc. The owners of the FBO at the time was a family that had several antique airplanes, including a Stinson Gullwing. One of my jobs was to keep 'em clean and looking sharp. . . occasionally I'd get a ride in them. Pretty heady stuff for a 16 year old kid. Good times, good memories! That job changed the trajectory of my life. . .