If I had won that lottery, I would have bought something like that, and that's about the odds of that happened.
You probably would live longer the way you are without one.
Back when you could get your hands on a WW2 fighter and not be uber rich to do so, plenty of people killed themselves learning to fly them. I can't count the number of stories I've heard of pilots back in the 60s and 70s with only some Cessna time (or no flight training at all) and enough money to buy a fighter, hopping into a Mustang and saying, "How tough can this be?" Then, a week later, there's a charred black spot in a cornfield at the end of a grass runway, some twist fragments of metal and tiny little chunks of body parts which is all that remains of the plane and pilot, all because he had too much plane and not enough experience.
Don't forget, the young men who had been trained to fly these things in WW2 used to crash them all the time during WW2 while learning to fly them. You'll find fragments of fighters buried in the ground near any of the training fields from WW2 if you look hard enough.
I grew up near the abandoned remains of a WW2 fighter training base and have spent several years researching the field for a book I know I'll never write, and have found numerous stories of these pilots doing downright silly things for which they paid with their lives (or, if they were lucky, just their flying careers and made into infantrymen).