Originally Posted by
rcflyer1970
It was the screaming Pattern planes that got me interrested in R/C, if I had gone to field back in the late 70s and saw a bunch of farting 4-strokes and electric powered childrens toys lofting around in the breeze I would n't have got the bug.
I know this is a very old thread, but I just couldn't resist to quote this text that expresses my exact feelings every time I go to the field on weekend mornings. It should be up there with Nietzsche and Neruda!