Hahaha. Yeah, I talk a good game, but there are a lot tougher old Mitsi drivers than me out there running around. My old CP was one...he started as a wrencher for AA down in Tulsa (after, I suspect, a long career of kicking the hell out of cowboys in barfights...he was from New Jersey, bizzarely, and so had a sort of hybrid Joisey/Okey accent...like he'd shoot you down with a sixgun, then give you cement shoes for good measure). Anyhow, somewhere along the line he made the mistake of wandering across the field to visit Air 1st. After having done so, he worked hard to earn the crown of "biggest badass ever". He had an improperly latched (er, not on his side, as I heard it) "hatch" (if you've seen a cargo MU-2, and I know you have, you know what I mean) explosively decompress the airplane and get wrapped around the top of the fuselage. He had a 331 throw a blade...the way I heard it, if the FCU hadn't been disabled by the vibrations, they certainly would have died. He landed in blizzards..."Well, you go to reverse and try to steer straight, cause you can't see a damn thing for the snow" etc etc.
Another one was a good ole boy from South Carolina flying for Bankair. I flew with him a few times when...wait for it...the 99 was broken and they had to call someone to pick up the load. He had about a two week beard going and smelled like an ashtray, but he could taxi the mitsi one engine like a champ (I never could...couple of embarrassing stories where I shut one down for the taxi and had to sit there and start it up to make a turn whilst the marshallers watched), and he could get that thing down like a falling anvil.
Anyone can fly JETTTTSSSSSS. Only those whose luck hasn't quite run out (like me) and those who have balls that require a wheelbarrow (like them and the dudes in your stories) can roll hard in the Mitsi.
PS. Didn't the guy who flew the run for That Other Company Prior To Me wind up sharing a little hangar-space with you for a while? I think I remember meeting him.