And still he’s not stopping. Instead he takes a right, and now the planes that we’re cruising by are a year or two old, if that. Lear-Cessna executive turboprops and Agusta-Cierva "Plutocrat" rotorcraft sit cheek-to-jowl with drek I’ve never seen before, most of the birds sporting corporate livery of some kind. The runner hasn’t cut some kind of deal for this kind of transport, has he?