A long time ago a much younger version of me was out in the Mojave on flight test at a private airfield that was one of many pilot training fields hurried into service in WW2. We got notice from the administrative office that a C-54 water bomber wanted to do a fly by. The pilot in command had done flight training at that field in WW2 and was on his final flight and wanted to end where he started. They of course said absolutely and got the word out to the field. The runway was lined with people.
When he did his pass right down the runway he was maybe 200 ft off the deck and had to have the throttles firewalled as he screamed by. At the end of the runway he pulled up sharply and stood this huge 4 engine radial on its tail and climbed to a near stall. Did a rudder kick and pointed it straight down and pulled out level then lowered to under a hundred feet off the deck, I kid you not, for his second even faster pass with all that momentum, and opened the bomber doors midway down the runway. Got to the end of the runway, wagged the wings, and flew into retirement.
Dude could fly.