"Papa," said my daughter stoically... "You know that you wouldn't have complete control over the plane choices, paint scheme, etc."
"Plus," my wife chimed in, "You might not be able to take the plane out whenever you wanted."
I sat there smiling as they listed off nearly a dozen reasons why I must be the sole owner of the plane, without considerting any sort of partnership.
Man, I am one lucky guy to have a family like this.
I'm sure our new neighbor/pilot won't mind bucking a few rivets once in a while if he gets a ride when it's finished.
