It's the same song and dance. Fly a Spit, I'll fly a Zeke, and I'll eat your lunch if you try to turn horizontally.
Fly a Spit, I'll fly an FW (any of them). When I get tired of playing with you I'll leave.
Fly a Spit, I'll fly the Stang. Short of going for hopeless HOs, you aren't going to be in guns range.
Fly a Spit, I'll take a 109G-6 or G-10. I'll either climb or run when the trouble begins. Otherwise, I'll take passes and snaps of opportunity.
Fly a Spit, I'll take a Nikki. These are pretty much equal, so you might win this one if I don't run.
Fly a Spit, I'll take an La anything. You'll never get a shot at me, and I can make passes at you forever.
Fly a Spit, I'll take a Yak. Down low you have to catch me to hurt me, yet I can turn long enough to give you headaches.
Fly a Spit, I'll fly a P-47. I'll HO if you wanna, otherwise you're just gonna see my tail from D2.
Fly a Spit, I'll fly a Typh. Same as P-47.
Repeat for Corsair, and to some extent, the F6F.
It isn't the kind of ride that inspires such terror that an opponent should just jump when faced with one, is it?
You're twisting in the breeze, tapping on every possible way to get the Spit perked, yet unfailingly you fall short of justification. Might as well drop the "uber Spit" tact because it just doesn't have any basis in fact. (Sounded like Johnny Cochrane there, didn't I?)