The whole story..You where too overconfident..You though you could kill me in any plane in your 152. You didnt want to fly anything else. You didnt want to hear a word from my mouth. YOu didnt want to come to an agreement on what to fly. You just kept telling me to "Up Punk". So I did. And you lost.
Try this... I don't have a history of talking smack I can't back up, and anyone who knows me even a little, knows that I can only get it up if there's some kind of challenge or excitement.. Fighting you is no excitement. Anyone who's run into you more than once or twice knows it. You run and cheap out any chance you get. I flew the 152 because it's a challenge, and talked smack to try and get you to talk back so I could at least short circuit myself into keeping focus.
If you're going to call something lame, at least get it right. Like I said, even odds, you're toast. If you're not amnesiac you ought to remember that's what happened everytime it happened in the MA. When you didn't run.
152 vs hog... One of the very worst turning planes vs arguably the easiest flap machine in the game.. And you still came inches from a couple of tater shots. IIRC at least one shot didn't happen only cause I messed up the timing. You flew right thru a 30mm solution. I wasn't overconfident.. I know the 152 like the back of my hand, I know the hog pretty well, and I know where your "skill" stops.. I nailed the matchup. Me in 152 vs you in hog is a damn good challenge. That's the only way I was gonna get a kick out of dogfighting against a dweeb like you.
