These days, you go out for a Sunday drive in your Aeronca, and people (including many FReepers) want to shoot you down.
Jeez! My Mom- the old Master Sergeant- learned to fly in an Aeronca back in WWII, at Caspar, Wyoming. I've never been sure if her tale of lashing the prop back on with baling wire and then taking off was true, or just a wee exaggeration.