It was a beautiful morning here in Houston. I pulled out the 170 and headed off to Anahuac for a gas run. Eat your heart out Rich. Richard and I have made many trips over here for fuel and fun. Here is the Cessna sitting on the ramp this morning. The new battery has been performing flawlessly, which gives me a bunch more confidence landing at other airports. I don't like the spectre of not being able to get started hanging over my head. I guess I will have to give the Swift some exercise the next time I fly. Don't want it to feel left out. Life is full of tough decisions, like which airplane to fly. But I manage to cope with it.