|Mar 19, 2007, 06:14 PM|
Well, the P-47 is dialed in, my helicopter skills have gotten a really good workout as of late and I had a situation in which art imitated life.
Allow me to explain:
One of my oldest and dearest friends of these past thirty years (specifically, the gentleman mentioned a couple of posts ago) is a guy who doesn't fly R/C but who does, rather amusingly, refer to our sport/hobby as "clanging." In other words, when a plane hits the ground in a crash...CLANG!
I actually made a CLANG the other day with the Cessna.
I let it get a bit farther out then normal at the soccer park and it got too close to one of the big overhead light clusters. The result was a huge metallic CLANG that I heard from clear across the field followed by the plane floating to earth in four different pieces.
The CLANG was from the aluminum landing gear contacting the lights; that sucker was bent but good.
Fortunately, the only loss was the wing...which was damaged anyway. The firewall popped off as did the battery cover. Other than a new wing and prop, not to mention a bit of 15-minute epoxy and voila! Back in the air.
Since then, I've had all three planes and the heli in the air without the slightest hint of a crash. Sure, I've replaced nearly the entire airframe on the Cessna since buying it, but it's dialed in...and I don't plan on flying too close to lights!
In short, I've been clang-free, knock on metal.