The thing about warbirds is...they're just airplanes. After the initial euphoria wears off, it's a little bit of a letdown. After that letdown, "annoyances" like being able to comfortably sit in the cockpit take on more importance.
After I got to fly a Mustang for the first time -- which was a lifelong dream for me -- I described it to the friend who arranged the ride for me as "seeing the prom queen the next morning with her makeup off". It was a big letdown.
The letdown was realizing that the Mustang is just another airplane that flies just like every other airplane I've flown. The performance of the thing was not nearly as exciting as I'd dreamed, nor was the sound of that Merlin 10 feet in front of me.
So, that's not to say that I did not enjoy it -- I loved it! It's not as if I wouldn't gladly go take one for a spin again...it's just that once the dreamy vision of what I "thought" flying a warbird was like had disappeared, it turned out to just be another airplane.