Every plane I've ever tried to fly died a sudden death; so sure enough, when I took it out by myself this morning to try it, within 90 seconds I had nailed a tree - even though I was 150' from the tree line in Valley Forge park.
So, at lunch time I ran back to the store and they sold me a new wing, and I went back to VF and got directions to the "real" RC flying field. Not much bigger than the other field, really, but it has an extra feature: A bunch of retired guys with mammoth RC planes sitting around playing with their toys. One of them actually launched the plane and flew it a bit then handed it to me. I took control, got stuck in a thermal and, no kidding, I must have gotten it 300 feet up, straight over my head. We got it back down and he landed it, smoove as silk.
Then he told me about liability insurance, park regulations and the right kinds of radios for compatibility with the park.
Heh. In other words, I'm really not welcome back unless I upgrade to a "real" plane and pay some club dues.
One of the few times I wish I lived someplace like Kansas. Nice, flat, open ground. Not much of that in Pennsylvania.
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