Okay, about flying at night; this is gonna start off weird-
My next door neighbor left us on a Sunday morning about a week after I got my first quad. He had erected a trellis above the fence, but had agreed to take it down at my request. Unfortunately, his suicidal tendencies overcame his word of honor, or should I say, outpaced it. I took the opportunity to take a crowbar to the ******* thing, and that was the luckiest thing I did that week, for upon deciding to try my first night flight, I was so jumpy, that as I lifted off, my right hand jerked the stick and the quad flew off toward that missing trellis, passing EXACTLY where it had been. I have never wanted to chance night flying again. WTF, it isn't Paris, so what am I missing?