I've been flying for 10 years now and I still get impatient on the 15 minute drive to the field. The last hour at work all I can think about is the moment I'm finally unloading at the field. Once I'm at the field, its all good... unload, talk to others, begin to enter "The Zone" I wake up in the morning and mentally fly maneuvers on my ceiling tile. I have a sickness.

"Hello, my name is Brian and I'm an R/C addict."