Hi fellow pilots, I'm from the Bush, Australia. I live in a small town where there's a Fire Chief who flies a quad and doesn't like quad flyers and me, who loves quads or anything else using RF for control. I wa invited here by a Gentleman who goes by the moniker of ArmyVet (Bill) He tells me there are a few other Aussies here, but with my luck they won't live anywhere near me. Once you live in the bush very few people live near you, which is understandable when you consider it's hard to find deodorant. The bullock drays have enough to cart out of the big smoke. I heard they're trying to bring a truck up here, but the driver stopped to relieve himself and his truck got buried in the Bulldust. He's still wandering somewhere between the black stump and the Ettamogah Pub.
I'm what's known as a "Hand Me Down Flyer" I fly everything someone else has given up on. Bent, Broke and Buggered are my favourites. If I can fix a quad with baling string and fencing wire, it'll fly again. All but one of my quads have been subjected to a bad life., apart from one. A brand new Mavic Pro Platinum. A bird I'm too bloody scared to put props on. $2,000 worth of technology which confuses the hell out of me. Hopefully I'll figure out exactly how to sync all it's systems and learn how to dance some weird dance before finally letting it take wing. All I've done is manage to switch on the controller, one look at it and I quickly switched it off. Technology overload in 8 seconds.
Look at SpaceX, they can fire rockets into space and have the boosters land themselves with nobody on board. Why can't quad makers build a quad which like not that long ago, took two switches to operate. One on the controller and one on the quad. Hit the go stick and Up, Up and awaaaay! Now you need a team in the control room, a mobile phone or tablet, goggles, two antennas and everything has to fold even though there's no chance of it fitting in anyone's pocket.
OK, yes I'm what's commonly known in these parts as an "Old Fart" Losing the hair on my head, but gaining it up me nose and in me ears. My body has seen better days, long ago. Neither of my eyes are originals and I need special attachments to keep me going. But enough about me, I'm eager to find out how the other half flies.
I'm what's known as a "Hand Me Down Flyer" I fly everything someone else has given up on. Bent, Broke and Buggered are my favourites. If I can fix a quad with baling string and fencing wire, it'll fly again. All but one of my quads have been subjected to a bad life., apart from one. A brand new Mavic Pro Platinum. A bird I'm too bloody scared to put props on. $2,000 worth of technology which confuses the hell out of me. Hopefully I'll figure out exactly how to sync all it's systems and learn how to dance some weird dance before finally letting it take wing. All I've done is manage to switch on the controller, one look at it and I quickly switched it off. Technology overload in 8 seconds.
Look at SpaceX, they can fire rockets into space and have the boosters land themselves with nobody on board. Why can't quad makers build a quad which like not that long ago, took two switches to operate. One on the controller and one on the quad. Hit the go stick and Up, Up and awaaaay! Now you need a team in the control room, a mobile phone or tablet, goggles, two antennas and everything has to fold even though there's no chance of it fitting in anyone's pocket.
OK, yes I'm what's commonly known in these parts as an "Old Fart" Losing the hair on my head, but gaining it up me nose and in me ears. My body has seen better days, long ago. Neither of my eyes are originals and I need special attachments to keep me going. But enough about me, I'm eager to find out how the other half flies.
