Turn up your sound.
One of the things I loved about RC airplanes... was the howl of the engines. It makes my pulse speed up and for a few minutes, my years vanish, and I feel myself become one with The Machine. All that exists is air, speed, and the predatory howl of the almighty engine.
Scale is irrelevant; my little nitro powered piss burners can quicken the pulse the same way a supercharged V12 Supermarine Spitfire can. The retired old farts at our little airfield can put on as good a show as the Thunderbirds can. Perhaps even better - when we crash and burn it is an occasion for sport and merriment. If the flyboys do it, it’s a tragedy.
Until I saw this silly little cartoon I had forgotten how much I miss it. Perhaps when the snow retreats I will get back into it again.