The only guys who do that are the guys who never slogged it out in the trenches flying complex piston singles in the weather with no radar. Outside of Alasakastan and crop-dusting, there's nothing more hardcore in 'Murica. If I run in to a guy in a 207 (or 206, or 210, Cherokee Six, etc etc) on the ramp, I don't just say "hi", I fight the urge to bow down to his Manly Virtue.
Come winter, old boy, mind the Ice. This ain't no CRJ with its Nancy heated wings...