One of the best memories of my flying (possibly my life) was flying with an old high school friend up the Outer Banks and stopping at FFA while I was building time for my Commercial. We met the owner and crawled around a B-25 at some podunk field where we stopped for gas, pitched a tent (100% illegally) on the totally deserted beach at Ocracoke, kayaked with dolphins, and visited the Wright Boys Memorial after an exciting approach (for a relatively low-time pilot) down between the trees. Ah, to be Young again. Very jealous!
PS. And that is a beautiful paint job on the 210. Someone got it just right.