I flew on a DC-8 only a very few times. One was from SLC to Denver and it seemed like he waggled the wings the whole way. I don't know if he was trying to give people views of Dinosaur National Park and the Rockies, or what.
On a flight from Phoenix to OKC the day before Thanksgiving in 1977, I moved my later direct flight to one that left much earlier and stopped in ALBQ. It broke down in ALBQ and so they put me on a flight that stopped in Amarillo, ended in Wichita, and we transferred to another flight to OKC, arriving at the time I would have got there on my original flight. Phoenix, ALBQ, Amarillo, Wichita, and OKC, all in one day. Felt like I'd been on a tour. And I had an F-111D/F 3 inch Diameter Flow Control Sensor in my carry on luggage.