I had bought a extra easy from Hangar Nine.
Well I did find a instructor for one flight but he had to go to work so he did a trim flight and left me to clean it up. So I cleaned up and went home the more I thought about it the easier he made it look. I thought he had no problems it flew great I think I can do it also. So I filled her up lined her up on the street in front of my house, taxied up and down the street a few times every thing looked good. Then with my wife, my friend and my five kids standing looking and cheering me on I slamed the throttle forward the plane leapt up about as high as a light pole and was flying level away from me for about a block. I some how managed to turn it around coming back at me that is where it started going up and down as if were on roller coaster rails. It came so close to the ground once that it had to cut the tall grass, I yanked back on the stick and up she went then pushed and down she came right in my front yard. My wife was on the telephone describing the carnage to her sister and said it blew in to a hundred pieces but I proved her wrong after collecting them all it was only thirty eight. I have a pretty good builder and he only took a week to scratch build me another fuse and repair the wing.
I tryed to blame the unstable flight on the bandages on my index finger that I had cut while starting it up with out a chicken stick but hind sight tells me it was just ment to be that we all have to learn the hard way that there is no substitute for a good trainer.