I once watched an ESPN interview with a college football coach who had retired, then come out of retirement to coach again. The coach related that he was completely consumed by football. He could come off of a week of long, frustrating hours of coaching, not wanting to be anywhere near the gridiron or a football, and yet he'd finding himself thinking about.... football.
I like that I have that same passion for something in this life. I like that that something is flying.
I like old freight haulers with worn paint and bleak interiors because it reminds me of the guys/girls that proved their mettle in the ice and snow of the Northeast, and the ravaging thunderstorms of the Great Plains. And if they can do it, so can we.