A 1937 Taylor J2 Cub. In fact I have flown several of these beaut little machines.
Slow as all heck. Hand started. No brakes. No tailwheel steering - a fixed skid. No stall warning indicator. No differential ailerons.
The wind creeps in via all the many nooks and crannys and runs up the legs of your pants. Navigate via way of the little compass.
The elevator trim is controlled via a sash cord on the port cabin wall.
Yes, these machines were from a bygone era, one that said any flying was better than no flying at all.
Memories. Memories.