The one I always wanted to do was an event that happened to my Dad at Richmond AAB in 1944. He was test flying a rebuilt P47 when the entire outer half of one wing snapped off. But at 400MPH the plane was still stable. He couldn't let go to bail out, so he tried to belly in. As soon as he lost enough speed to set it down, it snap-rolled, smashed belly-down onto the runway, and continued to roll the length of the field shedding parts. He vaguely remembers plowing thru a rolling stairway and under the chin of a C-47. When he woke up, the plane was accordioned against a railroad embankment. There was literally
nothing left except the cockpit and Dad. He'd smacked his head on the gunsight, but he was otherwise fine. As a souvenir, he brought home the joystick grip from that Jug - well, the top half of it, which he broke off trying to steer while skidding!