With hundreds of people milling around me, I didn't actually hear the engine, but I certainly felt it! It was a deliriously smooth snarl that I could actually feel in my chest. I didn't even have to look to know what it was. A short stacked V-12, is a V-12, is a V-12. I glanced up and there, at probably 800 to 1,000 feet in a tight bank purposely circling the crowd, was a Mustang. The hairs on my arms stood up, and I glanced at those around me. What I saw amazed me more than seeing the airplane! I was the only one craning my neck to watch it. What the... ?
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