Once I was enjoying a fine day a few years back and heard a nasty scream from the air. An orange missile was diving straight for my home and it sounded exactly like a ICBM in the movies. Frozen, it got closer and I saw it was one of those new small private jets, either a Premier or a Citation, painted in colors of red and gold. I thought it was crashing. It got close enough that I could almost make out the numbers, but didn't have my driving glasses on and lacked the presence of mind, anyway. A private jet got closer to my home than 500 feet.
He pulled up, banked and climbed. Pilot wearing a smirk, I'm sure, for scaring the crap out of those bound to the earth. I got mad enough to call a few airports but couldn't ID the AH.
There's an attitude about a lot of hobby craft pilots that is most unpleasant and this might be a good time to address it.