My family has a Chuck Yeager story that I heard in my younger years. My dad was a USAF fighter pilot for his entire career (F-100s, F-111s, F-4s, F-16s). One of his good friends, also a fighter pilot (at least F-104s, not sure what else) went to Oshkosh with us one year back in the '80s. Over beers after a fun day looking at airplanes, my dad's friend (Sam) told us this story:
Sometime in the late '60s or early '70s, Sam was in New Mexico (Holloman or Kirtland, pretty sure it wasn't Cannon). There was going to be an air show / open house, and it was going to include a few flying WWI sopwith pups and such. Maybe replicas, but they had the weird engines that bolted the crank to the airplane and spun the engine. Chuck Yeager was also on the base. Sam somehow ended up having a beer with Chuck Yeager and the guy that owned the WWI airplanes. Being a cocky young fighter pilot, Sam said "you know, I'd really like to fly one of your airplanes." The owner (I'll call him Tom, no clue what his name really was) was clearly looking for a way out. So he turns to Chuck Yeager (apparently a friend of his), and says "I don't know, Chuck, what do you think I should do?"
Yeager says: "Hell, Tom, I'd let him fly one!". Thus boxed in, Tom agreed. Sam had an absolute hoot flying the thing - said it would turn on a dime one way, and pretty much not turn the other. Didn't wreck it. Decided Chuck Yeager was his personal hero.
Fun story.
Sam was also one of the few guys deployed to Vietnam in F-104s, used for ground support - something he declared one of the stupidest ideas anyone ever had. Lots of stories there, too.
--Tony