This is for the young readers who have had no exposure to the history of flying.....
In the joke about the family that would rather have a bastard than a pilot, that wasn't far off the mark for its time.
The reality was that after 'The Great War', now called commonly WW I, surplus airplanes flooded what little market there was and became very cheap with very few worthwhile uses since the engines were typically unreliable, they were not fast, couldn't carry much, and usage was very weather dependent.
Some dashing, daring, and frequently less than upstanding young men, commonly ex-military trained and also war 'surplus', would buy these planes and fly out into the countryside where such a thing had only been seen at a distance-if at all. The would land at a farm near a town and make a deal with the farmer to use his farm for part of the proceeds, and then sell rides to the citizens who were willing to fork over the price of the ride. They would run up a tab at the local boarding house for food and sheets, or a cafe, or the farmer, sometimes the local gasoline supplier, too, and then fly off leaving a list of promises to pay behind. Not all of them were this way, but enough to get a reputation.
Also they were automatic celebrities in the little towns and burgs, and they would romance the pretty little country girls with promises that we're as good as their promises to pay.
