He's a troll, teasing out heartfelt missives from people whose time is worth more per hour than he'll ever be worth, to be sure. That said, I've never seen the point of strapping on a Mustang (or, let's say something interesting like a Typhoon or Bearcat) if you aren't halfway scared to do it. Something like $5k/hour and you aren't even adrenaline-spiked? That's poor value for money! Let's be earnest, here. You don't throw down a cool million to own and fly something preposterously impractical because it's a rational form of conveyance, and if your first priority is to move about safely, you should invest in riding around in Deltur First Class with the Toddler.
I mean I don't have a reasonable aspiration to own a fire-breathing radial-engined monster in a way that won't bankrupt me, but it's not out of the question that I might just clear the hurdle to get me a Delphin or an Albatross or, I dunno, a T-28? But if I were to do so, the whole project would be essentially ABOUT the danger. Remind me that I'm only a man, like Posco whispering in Caesar's ear that he is Mortal. Reason is out the window from the outset, it's the whole point of the thing.