Well guys, my little brother does fly- he has two aerobatic biplanes, a helicopter and a Lancair turboprop, and thousands of hours. But, he's getting older, and not flying so much now.
As for the P-51, I may have told this story some time ago, but here goes: in the 1950's, before executive jets were available, some hot shots had converted P-51's with two seats for getting to important meetings in a hurry. One bitter cold, clear winter night (I grew up in North Central Indiana, and there were still real winters back then) my dad, who was on standby that night to fuel any transient aircraft that might show up at the airport (which closed at 5 or so when all the staffers went home) asked me if I wanted to go with him to the airport. Since I was enjoying my homework so much, I jumped at the invite. We got there, got the fuel truck started and warmed up, and drove over to the runway area to wait. A surplus P-51 came winging in, and I was blown away- this being maybe 1957 or so, and me being around 12. Still had the military markings, but no machine guns. I was trusted with pouring a gallon of oil into it, and the pilot gave me a $5 bill (a lot of money!!). Even though it was maybe 5 degrees (F, not C), and my dad suggested we stay out next to the runway to watch the guy take off. As I said, it was a super clear night- totally deserted airport other than the three of us. After roaring takeoff away from us, he did some sort of tricky low flip-turn, and then flew back right over us, full power, lights on, maybe 20 feet above us. A wing wiggle, and he disappeared off into the crystal night sky. There was no FAA anywhere around back then to spoil the show. I will never forget the experience.
The Mustang was going off to Oklahoma to be turned into an executive transport, a stupid waste, I thought.