So is driving my truck. Still do both.Hand launching an M4P is like looking for trouble, an accident waiting to happen...
As I stated above, it comes with risks and would hate to see anyone else to get hurt, hence I posted a disclaimer to do this absolutely at your own risk. I've been hand launching/landing my M4P ever since, as I mentioned above, I found this auto-launch (utilizing this C1 button) much more graceful/forgiving; it is actually the hand landing that, many times, gives me those scary situations. But, all this in ABSOLUTELY no wind situations.Hand launching an M4P is like looking for trouble, an accident waiting to happen...


I honestly do not get people like this. He could have easily and safely landed the drone on the ground without risking a serious injury by trying to hand catch. When I see video like this it simply beggars belief.
Safety glassesI would start with a kevlar face mask and a wind meter for speed and direction. And M4P freak accident will do some serious damage.
Very convincing! Now think about your eyeballs!Not worth the risk. The only thing you can't practice and have to get right the first time, every time.
You've awakened decades-old memories of the thin whine of a little .049 Cox engine, the smell of castor oil in the fuel, and the sight of blood being blown backward across the airplane's tissue-papered and doped wing.Having flown rc planes for over five decades, I've learnt to be extremely careful. Apart from a bunch of smaller gas and electric planes,
Sure brings back memories. I remember it was back in 1981; I was breaking in an OS .25 glow engine on a stand and the darn thing dislodged from the stand, still running, and the prop cut me on my right wrist and hand, blood pouring out. I was on the 3rd floor of my dads home (where we lived for a while) and I ran down white marble stairs, staining them on my way down to the 1st, where, on that particular day, was full of glamorously dressed young rich wives, my wife had invited them all to her business launch party. A couple of them rushed to get towels and bandages from the kitchen and patched me up; my wife was furious (shes not the sympathetic typeYou've awakened decades-old memories of the thin whine of a little .049 Cox engine, the smell of castor oil in the fuel, and the sight of blood being blown backward across the airplane's tissue-papered and doped wing.
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