I'm less "Goofy's Barnstormer" and more real-life kamikaze pilot. My flight instructor has been at this since the 1960s, and it still requires his total concentration. This is not like driving, where once you get it down, you can start distracting yourself with podcasts or preparing crepes on the hotplate you have plugged into the lighter port. Flying so low to the ground requires you to constantly adapt to wind and obstacles. Especially power lines.
I'll admit I got cocky during my flying lessons. After my first few flights, I thought I had a feel for my yoke and could level the plane out, after coming out of a dive. My instructor knew that wasn't gonna happen, and yanked up. We grazed over a pond, and mist hit my windshield. That's a bad thing. See, while flying, you generally want to be far enough away that you can't actually taste the scenery.
Around a dozen crop dusters die a year, and in one unfortunate seven-year span, there were nearly 100 deaths. That's 10 percent of all deaths in the entire aviation industry. Remember, there are only around 5,000 people in the United States qualified to fly crop dusters. We're practically an endangered species.