After seeing Stephen's planes able to dive, bank and generally swoop about, I had to have a go to. I agonised over whether to embed the ball in the plane or something equally definitive, but in the end settled for the much less intrusive option of cutting one of the altitude pegs in half and reassembling with the gimbal.
Now we can soar and also share between planes. Way to go!
The two planes circled around each other for a while, getting in just a little damage until my plane suffered a catastrophic explosion and that was that.
The night was still young at the NWS and we were able to fit in a game of Sails of Glory.
Stephen took HMS Defence (lower left had corner) and got in an inordinate number of crew hits with his various broadsides that turned my poor Generaux into the Marie Celeste. Not my night.