In the mid-90s, I used to work in what had been a hanger building at the south-east corner of the runway at Alliance Airport north of Fort Worth, TX. My office was up on the second floor. Every year, about a week before the Fort Worth air show, which was at Alliance, these crazy guys would show up and start practicing.
One morning, all Texas misty spring, one of these jet dudes came rolling his big toy around the building at second floor level, condensation trail spilling off the wing tips, making a turning circle around the corners about as tight as a mini-van, and causing all the women in the place to, well, swoon.
He didn't flip the plane over, but he was more like 50 feet off the ground and must have been close to stall speed. I wish I'd had a D700 in my back pocket that morning; but they weren't invented yet.
North Texas was all blue-bells, con trails, and swooning ladies that morning.
BTW, I really liked the 2569 (I think it was), the one with the jets in the lower left corner powering up in front of a big cumulous cloud with a touch of blue sky above it. That would make a great print.