I can’t let you see me like this.

The hangar is a fine and private place, to be sure, but I am not fit for company, all stripped down and disassembled.

Still, I admit I am excited. I didn’t know I still had all that shiny aluminum underneath. I guess it wouldn’t hurt to show you a hand, a wrist . . .

My Aileron!

My Aileron!

Yes, that’s part of me. I can’t wait to fly again!

See you soon,