Over the course of this adventure, ( see post at Would You Drive A Thousand Miles for a Free Mavic Pro? ) John and I have become good friends -- ‘brother pilots” I like to say. In that spirit, I christened the rescued MPP the “Nephew.”
After three days in the rain, the Nephew spent the first night in a small, dry, 85-degree room in Michigan. The morning after arriving in Cincinnati, the A/C flew, or at least hovered. All four axes were fine, but the gimbal would not finish its opening dance. And as long as the A/C was running, the gimbal kept straining to finish up the dance. Seemed a good idea to shut it down and do some research. An injured ribbon cable seemed likely.
After extraordinary direct help from someone whose identity shall remain hidden, but whose initials are RFM, the gimbal now completes its dance in normal spastic fashion. So the Nephew flew high above East Fork Lake today near Cincinnati today.
And so ended just the first chapter of this amazing journey.
My new pilot brother lives not too far from, and on the scenic way to, the cottage in northern Michigan. COVID permitting, I am sure this summer we will dine on fish and fly above the morning fog on Lake Michigan. I can’t wait.
I ‘m sure many of you already know this, but they broke the mold after John materialized. A kinder, nicer, wiser, and more thoughtful fellow I cannot imagine.
Fly well and prosper.
Ed
Made2Phly

After three days in the rain, the Nephew spent the first night in a small, dry, 85-degree room in Michigan. The morning after arriving in Cincinnati, the A/C flew, or at least hovered. All four axes were fine, but the gimbal would not finish its opening dance. And as long as the A/C was running, the gimbal kept straining to finish up the dance. Seemed a good idea to shut it down and do some research. An injured ribbon cable seemed likely.
After extraordinary direct help from someone whose identity shall remain hidden, but whose initials are RFM, the gimbal now completes its dance in normal spastic fashion. So the Nephew flew high above East Fork Lake today near Cincinnati today.
And so ended just the first chapter of this amazing journey.
My new pilot brother lives not too far from, and on the scenic way to, the cottage in northern Michigan. COVID permitting, I am sure this summer we will dine on fish and fly above the morning fog on Lake Michigan. I can’t wait.
I ‘m sure many of you already know this, but they broke the mold after John materialized. A kinder, nicer, wiser, and more thoughtful fellow I cannot imagine.
Fly well and prosper.
Ed
Made2Phly
