The wild days of youth, when America had cars, but few police, and none with radios. Not much in the way of having fun, at your own risk, and actually living a life of freedom and liberty.
Sure, you can whine about safety, all damn day long if you like. But, why bother me with it?
I like high octane, stunts, cars without airbags, and that fundamental principle that some guys started a new country with, freedom from tyrants.
freedom to have a race down a country road with a fast car and a friend with a plane, who didn't have to log 1000 hours with a school, and student loan debt, to fly a damn airplane that didn't have to have an FAA inspection every 12 months, and an engine rebuild, and all the other costs that destroyed cheap airplanes for EVERYONE that wanted to buy one instead of a car and jump from municipal airport to airport and live a full life of adventure.
Anyone could make a car, or car company, and flying wasn't something just for trust fund babies in the Rockefeller or Kennedy clans. You got the nerve? Jump in, get someone to show you how to fly, and land, and bingo, you're on your own kid, don't crash it.
Back when the govt didn't tell you what you could drink, eat, smoke, or do in your free time. When you could open carry, or conceal carry. When a beer was part of lunch, and if you wanted to walk down the sidewalk with a beer, not in a brown paper bag, fine. Enjoy the can o suds! When cops walked a beat, knew the store owners, kept kids out of trouble, and showed them how to make an apple crate into a downhill racer (don't let your mom see this kid)
Back when Norman Rockwell and the other painters made cool stuff come alive, with humor. Before the beatniks, and the hippies, when people were excited to get a ride in a car, or plane, or even a movie theater experience. When we made stuff in America that other countries weren't copying poorly. Hell, when someone was inventing something every 10 minutes that would make life easier.