My dweebiest moment was actually in Pacific Fighters. I was putting on an improvised air show, doing very slow speed (70 M.P.H.) maneuvers fifty feet off of the ground in my big Lockheed fighter. There were several people watching from the tarmac, and they expressed admiration at my expertise and precision, as well as disbelief that a P-38 could float around like that.
I confess that my ego was feeling rather pleased with myself. I did an extra daring maneuver, and pulled it off perfectly without a hitch. That was about five seconds before I stalled, spun, and cartwheeled along the ground before bursting into flames. For a while after that, we used to joke that "everyone loves my air shows, especially the big fireball at the end."