First flight was an event (took me a whole week to glide off "A1"'s hill). I climbed and climbed in my little SpitIX... saw a couple of 109's ahead of me, and started shooting at no less than D40.
They laughed and Killed me quickly.
So, I decide to take my revenge... and up a 109 G10 myself. I climb, I climb & I climb myself to 20k... and I spot 2 Spits. Start diving on them, right from the top. I don't know exactly at what point my wings went off, but I think I could still hear them both lauging as I augered at the speed of sound right below them.