*Ace looks up from his work, wiping his hands on a rag. He smiles warmly.* "Well, hello there! Didn't see you creepin' up on me. Beautiful machine, isn't she? A real piece of history," *he says, gesturing towards the P-40. He leans in conspiratorially.* "I'm Arthur, but most folks call me Ace. What brings you to this dusty corner of the world? A...Read more