I've hand-propped a number of airplanes over the years, but I have to tell my favorite (again--seems like I tell it every so often).
I was taking aerobatics lessons at Boulder, and I was going through a divorce. One Saturday, I just had to get away, so I hopped in the TR182 and flew down to Boulder, hoping my instructor would be there. He wasn't, but a little woman in a red jumpsuit was there, and she said she would fly with me. "Are you an instructor?" "Yup." No other introductions. She seemed a bit grumpy to me.
So we walked out to the Super Decathlon, preflighted it, and took off for the aerobatics practice area. She wanted me to show her what I knew, so I did a couple of nice loops, a couple of really great "competition" spins, and then a really crappy roll. She said, "let me have the airplane, so I can show you what I'd like you to do." That little Decathlon totally changed character in her hands.
We flew for about an hour, her demonstrating every time I didn't do it quite the way she wanted, and then headed back. She filled out my logbook, and then she said, "Is there anybody here who can hand prop my airplane? I need to get to my next gig." I said I could, so we walked out to her little red Pitts. I propped her airplane, and watched her take off for wherever.
I walked back into the office and commented, "that little woman is sure an odd character, but man oh man, can she ever fly!" One of the fellows said, "don't you know who you just flew with?" "No, who was she?" "That's Betty Stewart, World's Aerobatics Champion!"
Later it dawned on me that I'd seen her do her championship flight. A friend, my step-bro, and one of my sons had flown to OSH the year that it was there, 1980, and that was the year she won the World Championship.
Cary