This brings back great memories for me. When I was young 7-12 my dad got me interested in building WWII planes. I built over 20 different planes from the US, Germany and the UK. After they were done I hung them from my bedroom ceiling often in fighting positions with each other. It was awesome.
My dad used to build radio-control planes from balsa wood and paper. My sister and I were his retrievers, so when he'd fly the planes over a field and they went down, we raced through rows of corn to find them for him. 😛
When I was doing palliative care, I had a client who flew spitfire's.
I asked him what it was like.
It was cold.
You could catch German planes, no problem, EH? No
The Germans had fuel injections!
We only had carburetors. If we went into a dive, the engine would quit!
Cool! My father-in-law flew spitfires for the RAF in WWII, reconnaissance. Does the blue and white roundel on your model indicate the Indian Air force?
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And well done to Farke and Leeds btw. Good luck in the PL.
Complete chicken shit. He never got one of them off the ground. Never tried.
I asked him what it was like.
It was cold.
You could catch German planes, no problem, EH? No
The Germans had fuel injections!
We only had carburetors. If we went into a dive, the engine would quit!