I used to build flying model airplanes as a kid. You know, out of Balsa and skin. i got reall good at building them, but could never afford to fly them. I built at least 50, if not more... People would buy them from me and I would go watch them fly.
So, flash forward to 10 years ago and the ex-wife is yelling in my ear I need an outdoor sport. So I go buy a starter kit. Radio, Ready To Fly airplane. Engine... 15minutes into the first flight I bury the thing deep into the ground. Talk about the destruction of the childhood dream.
I have NO eye hand coordination. None... Me no do remotes... ****, I can't make my tv work half the time.