200 used to be fun on occasion. Now it's 95%:
Wiley.
I really liked 200 back in the day.
Imagine: Me (a rather noob) in a Yak fighting a P-51. We're bobbing & weaving, doing a little dancing. Pinging each other here or there, waiting to land the heavy shots.
Never happened though. We would both stall out in the verticle together and try to get a lead while falling down.
Finally I run out of fuel due to damage. The Pony follows me to the ground as I ditch. (No choice, I was out of fuel).
The gentleman gave me a <S> and flew home. He could have shot me while I was on the ground. Nope, he didn't...
Instead, he got on 200 and asked 'who was the Yak against my P-51? Good fight'
I thanked him for not killing me on the ground, which he had every opportunity to do so.
Those were the days my friend...

Coogan