who do you fear most when playing warbirds?

oh, this forum has been through alot of stuff already

 

I must tell you. I'm glad you think that way. Most of the time is not a good thing to discuss something hot-headed (as I also did above). I think threadis over.

 

Anyone up for a war?

greetz, Zembla

 

don t forget to vote here pls guys.
free beer next time we meet.

 

maybe illo in a ME 410?
is this what u fear most?

 

he's best in 190. what would be of illo without his favorite split-s?

 

yes illo, btw what flap setting and speed do you start the spilt s in your 190 a4, i guess?
I could not follow you with a spit 9.

 

In flames after alw's P-38 out splits his 190.

 

Woodpecker.

Edit: Exec is a

 

Back in the day, Barack / Wolfie in that ficking spitfire Xii.
Ya know, that basterd came visiting my house, charmed me, looked over all my Basement Genious Gear, said "Jees, that is cool. Can you teach me?" And I, said, why, of, cource, young, fella, I, will, teach, ya, some, stuff.

That bastards never told me, never, [I found out after he had died]:
That he had been dogfighting in the Virtual Skies for as long as I had and, he, unlike me, was pretty good.
So, for about five years, I feared his appearence in game, knowing full well he would [seem to be] hunting me, stalking me [he wasn't... he shot down lots of players - not just me].
I have always been pretty impressed by my own smarts, and get suprised all the time finding out others can do it as well, especially when they are devious lying sneaky cocksuckers.

RIP Barack/Wolfie
1959 - 2008
Some day all trace of him will be dust.

[wierd, he went into his final death-spin around the time I was in mine.
Up in armstrong he was lying there, strapped down, dying, at excaclty the same time I was, in Vancouver, dying, strapped down, with tubes and needles and things beeping and gurgling]

He died At Christmas 2008.
At Christmas 2008, I had just arrived at my mom's house, from the hospital, still had that thing on my arm, the thing with my name and some arbitrary number, and a bar code.
I was alive and dreaming.
Steve was dead.

I just got over that, just a couple days back.
Yeah, it took that long.
Couple days back I heard that a guy I hated very very much, at 18 years old, had just dies, slowly... in agony.
YEAH!
Now I feel better. Lot's better.
And no, no name or links, as this guy deserves no applauding.
A cocksucker named Steve [another Steve] 1958 - 2008