Com o mimimi sobre "octanas, WEP, Turbo" no ED-WWII, um sujeito postou lá estes textos, postados originalmente no RCGroups sobre um novo modelo escala elétrico do P-47, que uns querem que voe em "escala" igual Warbirds de Airshow, outros que tenha "Unlimited Vertical Performance".
Take the Jug, for example. None of the Jugs that are still flying today even have an intact WEP system. Many of them don't even have a functioning turbocharger anymore. In combat, it was not uncommon for crew-chiefs of late-model Jugs with the paddle-blade prop to crank the turbos up to a staggering 60 pounds of boost at WEP. That's 3,800 HP. At 3,800 HP, a Jug could hit 500 MPH TAS in level flight without even breathing hard. Using the compressibility flaps to pull out of a near-transonic dive, it could zoom-climb nearly straight up for ~20,000 feet!
The last time I saw a Jug make a real balls-to-the-wall pass at full WEP with the turbo screaming like a banshee was back in the 1980s. It came in from a high-speed dive & pulled out at nearly 550 MPH down-on-the-deck. It streaked by, with the insane screech of a turbocharger the size of a coffee-table spooled-up to 20,000+ RPM following hundreds of feet behind. The turbo sounded just like a jet engine, and was nearly as loud! The prop literally tore the air apart with a metallic ripping sound as it went supersonic at the tips, with the unmuffled R-2800 @ war-emergency-power bellowing so loudly that it shook me right to the core. The shock-waves from the prop-blades combined with the R-2800's open exhaust literally pounded my chest - similar to how a Top Fuel dragster pounds your chest during a run (albeit not quite to that extent).
Sure, the Jug has always been my favorite. After all, my dad flew 'em in combat. But when I heard every single pilot at the reunion say that the Jug is the reason they made it home, I had much more reason to be in awe of the plane & those who designed it. My dad's FG flew exclusively CAS in Brenner Pass, which was known as flak alley because the stuff came up at you, down at you, and also in at you from the sides. They pulled so many Gs coming out of their power-dives with the compressibility flaps that they routinely blacked-out for a few seconds. See the pic below for an example of the terrain over which they flew every day. The life-expectancy of pilots who weren't flying Jugs was measured in weeks. To a man, they all believed that they would not have made it home if they would've been flying any other fighter.
Some of 'em also flew air-to-air combat with other fighter-groups before they were assigned to the 350th FG. Most of those guys had also flown P-51s and/or P-38s, and a few had even flown Spitfires. Again - to a man, every one of them said that if they had to do it again, they'd rather fly the Jug in air-to-air combat than any other fighter.
And they weren't just being sentimental, either. They all said the same thing: Without question, they'd take the Jug's superior firepower, unmatched ruggedness, and superior speed over the tighter turn radius of the P-51, Spitfire, and other more nimble fighters because they could compensate for the Jug's poorer turn-fight performance with tactics. They told me that no amount of tactics could compensate for a lack of ruggedness or firepower. They learned energy-management techniques which allowed them to gain an advantage over anything the Luftwaffe could throw at them. With the paddle-blade prop, they could easily out-climb the Bf 109s & FW 190s. They could also out-turn the German fighters above 18,000 feet. And they knew that they could always break off the fight by hitting WEP & dropping the nose. Absolutely nothing in the war could catch a Jug in a power-dive. Not even an Me 262. And that's without cranking-up the boost. When the crew-chiefs cranked up the boost, the plane became all but invincible in the hands of a skilled pilot. They said the same thing that my dad had told me when was a little kid - hitting the water-injection & pushing the throttle past the stop to full war-emergency-power shoved them into the seat so hard that they felt like they'd been kicked in the ass by a freight-train.
P-47 pilots combat report.
http://www.wwiiaircraftperformance.org/ ... ports.html
