I think for new pilots the novelty of flying PPG balances out the inconveniences that are inherent within the sport. I can remember for the first 4 years or so, I was completely transfixed by it, whenever I was in the car I was constantly assessing any location I visited by it's 'launch-ability' factor, always on the lookout for that flat piece of land, it was like an obsession. I grew a tangible hatred for over-head power lines. It was like a kind of madness.
Unfortunately though (for me) that novelty loses it's edge and those attached inconveniences start to really grate, in fact I can see a point in the not too distant future where the difficulties and challenges in practicing the sport will outweigh it's appeal.
But here's the rub; every other sport I participate in (mountain biking, motorcycling, paddle-boarding, sex), although I'm doing it, I'm thinking about PPG, but memories from the early days. It's a bit like Heroin, you're always chasing that first high. Ho hum, maybe I'm doing it wrong