I'm not ready to write off Ben just yet. Not that my situation was similar to his because I don't know him, but I started shopping for airplanes long before there was any way that I could ever actually have one. I even got myself on a hangar waiting list in 1985 and finally got one about 2008. I knew I'd need it one day. Others probably thought me to be a dreamer and full of crap. But I signed up just the same.
In order to afford lessons at the time we had a friends Golden Retriever knock up ours up and we sold the puppies. It paid for my private outright at a time when our kids were young and our mortgage was killing us each month.
I remember a blue and white Grumman Tiger for sale at Palo Alto back then for $24,000 and i wanted it so badly that I'd have given years off of my life if it could have just somehow been mine. Even though we just couldn't do it I kept going back to see that broker and stare at that beautiful airplane. Yes, I was wasting his time but the pull to do so was intense.
A couple of years later a family friend died and his injected 250 Comanche
was being sold by his widow for only $17,000 because she couldnt find the logs. At the time a similar plane would have been in the $30K range if memory serves me right. It had a new engine and prop, new paint, and new interior. The radios were poor, but it was a real beauty of a plane. Again, I had to admit it wasn't my time. I later met the man who bought the plane and the logs were in behind the baggage bulkhead panel in a pouch or something like that. Anyway, he ended up with all of them. (sigh)
Then a third deal came along locally that had me physically sick when we couldn't afford to buy it. It was a gorgeous Debonair that was being sold by a angry spouse after a divorce and her getting the husbands plane. She was asking $22,000 for it and it was nice. I tried to make my wife see that we could store it until we could afford to actually own it, but no way we could come up with a scenario that made it make sense.
Then there was a plane that I actually made a full price offer on and shook hands with the seller in agreement. This one we had the cash to buy it outright. It was a 66' 180 Cherokee with a 200 hour engine, poor interior and bad paint, but generally good mechanically. He only wanted $12,000 for it in the mid to late 80's. We were going to complete the transaction after a trip he needed to take in it to visit his mother who was dying. Between the time he left and came back I came down with some flu type bug that had me in bed for at least two weeks, maybe two and a half. Unable to get out of bed, this guy didn't wait around for me. He sold it to another kid who he had promised it to if I didn't come through. Here's the rub... I did GA avionics at the time and this guy brought me the plane to work on. I was sick over it.
Then there was one last plane that I guess I was just not supposed to have. It belonged to one of our customers and I had struck a deal to purchase it from him because he wanted a Mooney as badly as I wanted his plane. The plane was a 68 Piper Arrow 200 and it had a run out engine, but he was going to do the engine and fly it until he found the right Mooney. We had a little equity in our house to tap into, but it wasn't to be. On a Thursday the two of us had agreed on a flight on that following Saturday to get me on the hook and to get me going on a checkout more or less. He was a CFI as well as a Naval Aviator. On Friday he changed his vacuum pump while out in the rain behind our shop by himself, (not an A&P) and then Saturday he didn't call me for the ride. My boss who was there when we set this up for Saturday called around noon on Saturday and actually started crying when he heard my voice on the other end of the phone. Chris was the Arrow owners name had crashed into a house just off of the departure end at Reid Hillview. He had chosen to take his girlfriend and another couple to lunch at Harris Ranch instead of our planned flight. His 3 passengers perished in the fire, and he was terribly burned but survived. His oil had evacuated from around the vacuum pump because he didn't have the tool to tighten all of the bolts so he didn't bother it turns out. Returning to the airport after the severe oil leak became apparent he crashed during a go around after the engine totally gave up. (BTW, he sued Piper and Lyc and became a millionaire after this.)
It was another 7 years before we finally bought and it was a 1/4 share of a 71 Cherokee 180. From there I built and RV, and finally ended up with what I have now which is an old Bonanza that I love. It didn't come easy or when I was young and wanted it more intensely than I'm capable of mustering for anything at this age. Life isn't fair, but we gotta just press on. I'm betting on Ben. Been there, done that. He'll eventually buy.