Great stories, that bird looks like it might be able to do some "fun" things in the sky.
My pop got up to training in the Vultee when WW2 ended. He flew a Cub for a few years after that, but my mom didn't like him flying under bridges so he gave it up. I did my solo, and then stopped flying. Didn't seem to make sense as I was about to be shanghaied for six long years. I sometimes still think about getting the "Sport" pilot license.