I got to fly an AT-6 (actually an SNJ, the Navy version) a couple years ago. A small group that traveled around from airport to airport giving warbird rides about nine months out of the year came to an airport a couple hours drive away. Their normal deal was just for rides only, but business was a little slow for them at that point in time, and the guy that did the flying was willing to work out a deal to let me fly it. I told him that I had a couple hundred hours in Cessna 172's, showed him my logbook, and told him what I really wanted to do was some basic aerobatics. Nothing real high-G, like snaps or spins, because I didn't think my stomach could take it, but some loops, rolls, hammerheads, inverted flight, etc. As soon as we were airborne, the pilot pulled the gear up and announced that the aircraft was mine. We headed out to the local training area and climbed to 3,000 feet. He would do a maneuver once, while I held the controls loosely and he described what he was doing - then I would try it. He said later that he was very impressed with how smoothly I did the manuevers, and how quickly I became comfortable with the joystick, having only flown an aircraft with a yoke. I told him that I supposed that years of RC aerobatics probably helped a lot. Also, having dreamed about flying some kind of warbird my whole life probably helped prepared me mentally, too. I was immediately impressed with how responsive the SNJ was. I had expected it to handle somewhat like a big truck, being accustomed to the little Cessna. But it obediently went right where I pointed it, and was a real pleasure to fly. After an hour's flight, I was pretty worn out and ready to call it a day. I'm 54-years-old, and carrying an extra couple of saddle bags, so aerobatic flying was a little more physically stressful than it would have been when I was twenty, like most of the pilots that learned to fly this bird before going on to the Mustangs, Thunderbolts, etc. that they would fly in combat in WWII. My instructor said when we climbed out of the cockpit that if my grin were any bigger that it would break my face. It was literally a dream come true, an experience that I feel extremely lucky to have had. I doubt I'll ever fly another warbird, but I'll never forget that flight.