Wanting:

A student pilot was practicing touch and goes in a Piper Cub at the local grass strip when he saw a Bonanza zoom overhead. „Wow,” he thought, „I wish I could fly a fast, sexy airplane like that!”

The Bonanza pilot was plodding along at 150 knots when he got passed by a Baron. „Boy, that's the ticket,” he said. „I need to get a twin!”

The Baron pilot was slogging through the bumps when he saw a Cheyenne pass overhead. „I wish I had a turboprop,” he groused. „I could get up and out of this weather!”

The Cheyenne pilot massaged his temples; it'd been a long night on the medivac run. Just then he saw a Citation go by. „Oh, to fly a jet!” he sighed. „Props are for boats!”

The Citation pilot looked at his ground speed readout impatiently. There was a hellacious headwind, and if he didn't get the boss to his meeting on time there would be hell to pay. He looked up at a B747 crossing overhead. „Wouldn't that be the life!” he mused. „Big, fast airplane. Exotic destinations. Hot young flight attendants!”

The 747 Captain looked down at the earth, trying to stay awake for the tenth hour of a twelve hour crossing from Tokyo. He picked at the lukewarm crew meal that's been grudgingly served by the very senior, very old, and very disgruntled A-line. Just then he spied a little yellow speck moving across the tree tops far, far below. A Piper Cub! The Captain turned to his FO with a smile and said, „Oh man, what I wouldn't give to be out flying a Cub right now!”