Thanks Trooper! Why am I not dead? Pixie dust! A good sprinkling I suppose. The SPAD isn’t the easiest of planes to dogfight in, let alone get something in front of it, aim properly and actually hit something. I’m still getting to grips with the flying part. The rest is sheer dumb luck. You could also call it élan - it worked for the French.
To be honest, I had to circle lower than him in hope of him getting bored, or leaving me for dead. Why he left me alone? I don’t know. Too low to the ground? Bad smell? Didn’t want to be the last one at the Kasino?
I hope the edge of your seat is comfortable, because I expect all fights with the dreaded Dreidecker will be like this one.

Albert, I have a feeling the German bomber crews tried to confuse the French pilots. It’s exactly what you wouldn’t expect. Problem is they haven’t thought about the next step. Lessons would have been learned if any of the crews had survived.
I can see it, try saying dreaded Dreideckers thrice fast.
As to the boot … it’s a form of diffusing frustration. Try it next time your claim gets denied.