My Dad is a professional pilot. When I was a kid first learning to fly, no driver's license yet, Dad would take me to the flying field.

After hearing one of the r/c pilots tell him that he wouldn't be able to handle an r/c plane, this is much more difficult than flying learjets, etc., he just said "gimme the goddamn radio, kid" and flew the airplane a round a bit, then brought the airplane in for a perfect crosswind landing.

He never did think much of grown men fooling with toy airplanes, oh well.