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I bought a Blade CX2 by mail order at the start of the summer. Upon opening the box, I was a bit surprised at the "large" size of it. I thought micro meant, well, tiny!
I did all my testing and charging, and powered it up in the emptied out front room to make my adjustments and setup at a low hover. I made some quick jumps up and down, but nothing more, as I wanted to master the controls in the great outdoors.
Next up was a trip to the local estate. Big open spaces should be perfect, right? Not so much in England I guess. No sooner had I lifted off than an unwelcome gust of midlands wind swept my heli 15 yards along the ground into the only solid object within a 1km radius, the bloody carrying box. The blades crumbled like the national team in a penalty shoot out scenario. The entire flight lasted about as long as ten pounds at the petrol pump. Only then did I notice my girlfriend had run away from ground zero as the heli took off - the deafening noise and torrential rotor wash was too much for her, or at least slightly more than the hair dryer.
I learned to buy and take plenty of spare blades with me for future outings, which were sure to be plentiful on the days when lots of sun was accompanied by very little wind. Over the entire summer this amounted to about 45 minutes.
During one such fine afternoon, I took to the garden for more joyous flying. A 10 foot hedge perimeter rings the large garden area, ensuring that I can crash in relative privacy. Inspired by some deceptively easy flying early in the battery life, I ventured above the hedge line with the throttle opened up. Now I'm really flying! Suddenly my red bird is no longer visible, having been sucked over the hedge into my back neighbor's garden through a random weather vortex.
Since I can't climb the hedge, it's a 15 minute walk around the crescent to reach the neighbor's front door on the other street. Imagine ringing the bell of an 83 year old woman who you know is having a nap, whilst preparing your "I'm terribly sorry but my toy helicopter has landed in your garden" speech.
The door opens and she looks at me as if I'm a nutter, then disappears to go have a look. Ten minutes later she returns to inform me that there is no helicopter to be found and that an episode of Poirot requires her urgent attention. Through sheer cunning I somehow convince her to allow me through the gate for a peek near the hedge, and sure enough, there is the CX2 on its skids and intact awaiting RC input.
The poor neighbor was shocked by how small the helicopter was - apparently she was expecting, and looking for, something a bit more full size. Then and there I decided I had suffered my last shame with the CX2. I am done with it.
I'm buying an MCX. They can't start selling them soon enough...
I did all my testing and charging, and powered it up in the emptied out front room to make my adjustments and setup at a low hover. I made some quick jumps up and down, but nothing more, as I wanted to master the controls in the great outdoors.
Next up was a trip to the local estate. Big open spaces should be perfect, right? Not so much in England I guess. No sooner had I lifted off than an unwelcome gust of midlands wind swept my heli 15 yards along the ground into the only solid object within a 1km radius, the bloody carrying box. The blades crumbled like the national team in a penalty shoot out scenario. The entire flight lasted about as long as ten pounds at the petrol pump. Only then did I notice my girlfriend had run away from ground zero as the heli took off - the deafening noise and torrential rotor wash was too much for her, or at least slightly more than the hair dryer.
I learned to buy and take plenty of spare blades with me for future outings, which were sure to be plentiful on the days when lots of sun was accompanied by very little wind. Over the entire summer this amounted to about 45 minutes.
During one such fine afternoon, I took to the garden for more joyous flying. A 10 foot hedge perimeter rings the large garden area, ensuring that I can crash in relative privacy. Inspired by some deceptively easy flying early in the battery life, I ventured above the hedge line with the throttle opened up. Now I'm really flying! Suddenly my red bird is no longer visible, having been sucked over the hedge into my back neighbor's garden through a random weather vortex.
Since I can't climb the hedge, it's a 15 minute walk around the crescent to reach the neighbor's front door on the other street. Imagine ringing the bell of an 83 year old woman who you know is having a nap, whilst preparing your "I'm terribly sorry but my toy helicopter has landed in your garden" speech.
The door opens and she looks at me as if I'm a nutter, then disappears to go have a look. Ten minutes later she returns to inform me that there is no helicopter to be found and that an episode of Poirot requires her urgent attention. Through sheer cunning I somehow convince her to allow me through the gate for a peek near the hedge, and sure enough, there is the CX2 on its skids and intact awaiting RC input.
The poor neighbor was shocked by how small the helicopter was - apparently she was expecting, and looking for, something a bit more full size. Then and there I decided I had suffered my last shame with the CX2. I am done with it.
I'm buying an MCX. They can't start selling them soon enough...
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