Deke had his racer and a yellow Stearman at the old League City airstrip (now turned into a neighborhood) where I used to skydive. He would takeoff and build speed just feet above the runway and pop up at the end of the runway at crazy ass speed. He'd tinker with stuff in his hanger space and would chat with you until he got busy. I never asked for an autograph or acted star struck, because he was just too cool to do that to.