Here is something to naw on that I find comical and has been whined, posted about, teeth gnashed, text fights over, etc to near no end.
OK, so you wash, polish up and fuel your favorite ride and head out to find a "fight".
Base X and Y seems to be having a go by the looks of the dar bars. You level out a 5K mean and lean with all the "excess" weight trimmed. (Well maybe you are 12 or so OZs over prime , but that aint going nowhere for nobody

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So , here you are at 5K , 10 miles out from your base X, when 10K above you , you see
. Your set and ready with hands on the throttle and stick.......but wait...the dweeb aint coming down to fight, but instead continues on. Sheeeeesh what a timid dweeb! Not but one thing for a macho ace , such as yourself to do. Get on 200 as fast as you can and start the " Where you going you #$##@ CS " . Immediately follow this with a tirade on 200 including insults and be sure to include at least one mention of the pilot of family`s tree.
Log off, come to the BBS and post a whine about the incident, getting as close to the edge of posting rules as possible.
Here`s a hint brain surgeon. In most cases the pilot of was not out for a Sunday afternoon cruise, nor to make all your Pappy Boyington fantasies come true. He was more than likely loaded with various heavy explosive devices intending to do a little landscaping at the base you had just left from.