Ladies and gentlemen, I’ve been MIA for a bit, but I’m back, caffeinated, slightly confused, and ready to troubleshoot.
Thanks for checking in on the Great Drone Mystery of 2025. So, in true DIY spirit, I marched into the store like a man on a mission, bought a can of compressed air (a.k.a. "Tech Holy Water"), and went to town. I blasted that thing like I was trying to exorcise a demon from it. And guess what? I got about an 18 percent improvement. That’s right. Not 20, not 50. Eighteen. Just enough to give me hope... and then snatch it back.
But wait, there’s more.
I called up DJI support expecting a grand solution. The tech dude goes, and I kid you not, “Just run it. Should be fine.” That’s the technical advice? Seriously? What is this—therapy for drones? “Talk it out, little guy, you’ve got this.”
Then he hits me with: “Or you could just buy a new one.”
Oh sure. Let me sell one of my kidneys on eBay real quick. Because, you know, warranty service is unavailable thanks to some magical government mystery sauce, and there’s no inventory anyway. So basically, here’s your choice: pray, run it, or drop another few hundred bucks and hope the new one likes you better.
So yeah, tonight, I’m letting her rip. Full throttle. If the sky suddenly opens up and you hear strange noises overhead, don’t worry. That’s just me launching the Mini 2 into the heavens with nothing but faith, caffeine, and the whisper of a DJI technician saying, “She’ll be fine.”
That's what my ex-girlfriend's mom said when I dumped her daughter for her other twin daughter's best friend's other twin sister.
Yeah, I still don't know which is which. They are all quite similar.
Thanks for checking in on the Great Drone Mystery of 2025. So, in true DIY spirit, I marched into the store like a man on a mission, bought a can of compressed air (a.k.a. "Tech Holy Water"), and went to town. I blasted that thing like I was trying to exorcise a demon from it. And guess what? I got about an 18 percent improvement. That’s right. Not 20, not 50. Eighteen. Just enough to give me hope... and then snatch it back.
But wait, there’s more.
I called up DJI support expecting a grand solution. The tech dude goes, and I kid you not, “Just run it. Should be fine.” That’s the technical advice? Seriously? What is this—therapy for drones? “Talk it out, little guy, you’ve got this.”
Then he hits me with: “Or you could just buy a new one.”
Oh sure. Let me sell one of my kidneys on eBay real quick. Because, you know, warranty service is unavailable thanks to some magical government mystery sauce, and there’s no inventory anyway. So basically, here’s your choice: pray, run it, or drop another few hundred bucks and hope the new one likes you better.
So yeah, tonight, I’m letting her rip. Full throttle. If the sky suddenly opens up and you hear strange noises overhead, don’t worry. That’s just me launching the Mini 2 into the heavens with nothing but faith, caffeine, and the whisper of a DJI technician saying, “She’ll be fine.”
That's what my ex-girlfriend's mom said when I dumped her daughter for her other twin daughter's best friend's other twin sister.
Yeah, I still don't know which is which. They are all quite similar.
