And even after sixty or seventy years they're still tougher than h-ll. About ten years ago I was doing circuits with mine one evening at a controlled airport where I used to live. I came down final all nice and stable planning to do a neat, three pointer right at the 500' hash marks. Down final we came, over the numbers, bleeding the power off, pre-occupied with thoughts of how cool I must look, aiming to hit the idle stop, full aft stick, and the runway simultaneously...
I made two out of three.
At about the time the throttle got closed and the stick hit the aft stop she definitely quit flying, and in the perfect three point attitude, and had it not been for the seven or eight feet still to go to the runway it would have been great, but... I can tell you from personal experience that when you lay a Stearman into the pavement, fully stalled from seven or eight feet up, it will actually make the "CLANG!" sound - I mean literally! I know I was high enough for the left wing to begin to drop before we hit. My buddy Don in the tower, owner of a cute, little Taylorcraft, said over the radio with masterful understatement, "That looked interesting..."
With my proverbial tail between my legs I taxied back to the yard and for all the next day in the hangar I went through and through that airplane, looking inside the wings for broken glue joints, looking over the gear, the engine mount, looking for sagging fabric, looking for any little tell-tale signs of something being bent, and... nothing - not one single thing has ever showed itself even ten years later. She blew that landing off like she'd done it a hundred times (and probably has), but had that been anything else other than maybe an F6F, I'd have driven the gear through the wings!
Find an airplane (prices are down right now) and get a good instructor, and you are guaranteed to have the time of your life. I love mine so much I'm restoring a second one.
Dan