I won’t even entertain the Daily Heil, but I know and love my Spitfires…
Mk IXs, Mk XVIs, a Mk XX, a XVIII and I’m pretty sure that’s a Mk II.
Back in 2000, I was at Duxford on a weekday having a mooch. I heard the distinctive noise while I was nosing around one of the restoration hangers, sure enough a Mk IX was trundling down the runway. What happened next was unforgettable, the 56 year old plane was given some stick as it was put through it’s paces. It’s hard to convey just how fast that Spitfire was flying, for the most part they’re treated very, very gently when you see them flying today (back in the forties, they had a projected maximum lifespan of roughly 200 flying hours before being written off and were built accordingly, today most display Spitfires will clock that in a single year). They’re a heck of a lot faster AND noisier than you’d think. It’s a good noise, the supercharger whine over the relatively small capacity V12 is intoxicating (the early Spitfires’ Merlin displaced roughly 27 litres vs the Me109s’ 42 litres). Griffon Spitfires are altogether more guttural, brutal sounding as befits a racing engine that was productionised, but they lack that sonorous Merlin noise.
Not too long ago, I got to sit in a genuine WW2 Mk IX at Biggin Hill. They’re surprisingly comfortable and roomy. They’re not the ergonomic nightmare you’d expect either, all the major controls are within a fingertips’ reach.
I found out recently that I had an uncle who flew them during WW2…