The Bonanza has been a part of my experience of flight since I was a young boy. I remember the day, out at the Waterloo, Iowa airport when, for whatever reason, my father and I were walking across the ramp and he pointed out a shiny new airplane with an unmistakable tail. Or maybe it was mistaken, it looked broken to me. But it looked like heaven to my dad, so I gained an appreciation that day, then and there. That must have been around 1964.