people are crazy part i-don't-know-how-many
let's call a spade a spade here: the luck and the skill of any pilot is always secondary to his or her purely selfish act of flying a motorized projectile over the places where people live. nothing about flying an airplane saved people in this or any other community, who were in no danger of being landed upon by a streaking hulk of out-of-control aluminum right up until the point where some other self-centered person decided to point one at them.
the whole approach to aviation in this country is remarkably skewed towards the people who can afford to fly their own airplanes. i lived for years down the road from a private airfield, and, trust me, there's no relief from noise or any other environmental pollution coming from one of these to be found in any of our existing civil peace statutes. air rights over our homes are likewise completely beyond our influence or control, and too bad if something might drop down out of the sky to tear the roof off our otherwise castle.
now, don't get me wrong, i'm not against the public interest in maintaining safe and well-regulated air travel, and to gain such benefits as might accrue from such a thing, we do need to make some compromise. but when some clown decides he or she "needs" a private plane, and then "accidentally" drops it on somebody, that's where i would be inclined to draw a very stark line.
i don't have the right to drive my car up anyone else's driveway at 150 miles per hour, and, until i do, i would prefer that yahoos in private planes be denied the right to fly their little toys over my building, lest they "accidentally" crash into it, and someone congratulates them for not having run it into the building next door.