The P-51 Mustang would do anything I wanted it to do. All it and I needed was airspeed and free sky. I must have been getting drunk on 100 octane exhaust fumes. I let the nose drop nearly straight down; the airspeed increased rapidly; my view was of green pastures and cotton fields. I gently pulled back on the stick --- the nose rose through the horizon toward blue sky — up, up, straight up, back, and over — then another steep dive until I pulled back into level flight, completing my first loop in over two years! Lovely, absolutely lovely! I was having the most fun in my life.
I remembered, as a 12 year old kid, looking up from the ground and marveling the beautiful white clouds in the sky. Sometimes that young boy had tears in his eyes, wanting so much just to spend one minute among the clouds. Wow! At that moment, flying a P-51,
the kid was in his heaven!
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