September 2, 2015

The other day I was fighting back the tears of laughter that adrenalin springs to mind. We really are a unique bunch; standing at the sky as our pride and joy bumbles around, our heads, thumbs and fingers waggling frantically at our transmitters." Well thats what it is like for me anyway,  fighting this planes through all kinds of manoeuvres and wandering if you can land it."


But then the gust appears, normally in my pants, when you have to land the beast. I quickly calculate the direction and get the perfect landing. In my case if nothing falls off or breaks off during the three bounces, wing tip stike and nose over then its' a landing. 


There is always the fear of who noticed your landing; proudly you walk back to the guys, chest pumped out with a swagger of the hips and you continue with the conversational banter. Then Mayoor takes his helicopter up and you realise that you were just lucky. 


The other pilots then take to the air; performing stunts and knife edges, loops and rol...

September 2, 2015

A sad hobby was how it was described to me, you can't fly if it rains, you can't fly if it's windy,

you can't fly if the plane is noisey and you can't fly if the previous flight ended in damage.


"Outrageous" I wanted to shout but then had to think.


"Can I fly when it's raining? Hell yes." "But why would you?"


"Can I fly when it's windy, hell yes, but my tea gets cold quick."


"Can't fly if it's noisy hmm, I can at the club." I thought. 


Normally the only thing that's noisy with my flying is when I can be heard sobbing while walking around the field with a plastic bag. 


"Can't fly with a damaged plane, he's got a point!" 


So when I asked what he did for a hobby he said,


"I have a model railway in my loft."




September 1, 2015

Looking out of the window, I see that not a leaf is moving? Could this be RIGHT? I check the weather; Yes it's right, so while crashing around in the kitchen, bedroom, spare room and under the stairs, I yell at the wife,


"What did you do with my flying bag?".


"Ohh that one I put it in the cupboard by the gas meter." she replied. 


"WHAT!!! It's got my lipos in that bag!!! Babe why did you put it in the there?"


"I got fed up with seeing it under the dining room table."


With sweat dripping from my brow,  I calmed down and checked everything. 


"Yes, I'm finally ready" I thought.


 I stuffed it all in the van and made for the field. During the journey a driver decided he didn't see my huge red van and pulled out in front of me. This sent my things in the back flying, but after I saw him waiving at me with fingers missing on his hand I carried on my journey to the field without mentioning anything. On arrival; upon opening the side door of the van it was apparent...

September 1, 2015

For those of you who have a man cave, a model room, a table to work on or a space to get things fixed; I envy you. Currently I have a space under the stairs 600x800cm that I share with a Hoover and an ironing board a bunch of coats, and so many shoes that if I wore a pair a week I still wouldn't wear all of them. Ohh and a light bulb.


Once I have battled my way in with a cup of tea in one hand and this huge bottle of glue in the other I can't get the wing in. The wing which sadly hit a tree, that had grown in the time I took off and attempted to land. So with half of it sticking out in the hallway and with the repair underway, my Misses announces that she wants to do the ironing. I refuse to budge, and she decides that if she can't do the ironing then she will take the dog for a walk. Guess which pair of shoes are the ones she wants to wear; the ones I kicked the furthest into the cupboard. 


So with glue stuck to my fingers I rescue the...

September 1, 2015

Where to start? Well at the beginning I suppose. Having moved to Cyprus and started model flying it quickly became apparent that I was useless and had no idea how to fly. A call to my local model shop sorted me out though. It was suggested that I get a flight simulator to practice on as the black bin bags were filling up with bits of planes. Mayoor kindly provided the package.


To my horror it wouldn't play on my Apple Mac not Mayoor's fault. I then embarked on getting a computer it would work on (a Cypriot machine) after hours and days of trying to understand Cypriot, I grew tired of trying and gave up. Eventually I found a man who could set it up and there I had it, Phoenix Flight Simulator.


Many hours of fun was had and my flying was so much better. " Now only one black bag was needed " and and the biggest pot of glue I could purchase.


After a few years later we moved back to the UK, and I found myself in a similar situation again. I found myse...

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