Lol. Thank God it never hit you. the timing was eerie though![emoji15]Well, I thought about it , and almost decided on the Jeep versus T-rex chase scene in Jurassic Park. It was like I was there. Sweating bullets and getting ready to dump my last load. But that got me thinking. There was one time where I was literally running for my life. I was out on a college campus basket ball court practicing on hovering a radio controlled helicopter. I had it hovering during a nose in hover position. At the time the helicopter had a three foot rotor span. This thing could actually chop you up into bits if it ever hit you. So there was always the ever present element of fear while learning to fly these aircraft. Anyway for some unknown reason the nose of the helicopter dipped down and the chopper started to fly right toward me. I panicked and started to run. But I wasn't winning. The chopper was getting closer and closer. I had to calm down just a bit to see if I could figure out which way to push the control sticks to save my ass. My heart was racing a mile a minute. It was a do or die situation. My mind was clouded with fear. Which made it very hard to concentrate. But the thought came to mind to deliberately crash the mother fucker. So I did. I pushed the right control stick full forward. Which caused the helicopter to fly downward straight into the ground. I could feel crash debris hit me in the back of my legs as the helicopter disintegrated into a mangled mess. I still remember that day coincided with a day in history you all may recall as well. It was the day the space shuttle challenger blew up on launch.
Lol. Thank God it never hit you. the timing was eerie though![emoji15]Well, I thought about it , and almost decided on the Jeep versus T-rex chase scene in Jurassic Park. It was like I was there. Sweating bullets and getting ready to dump my last load. But that got me thinking. There was one time where I was literally running for my life. I was out on a college campus basket ball court practicing on hovering a radio controlled helicopter. I had it hovering during a nose in hover position. At the time the helicopter had a three foot rotor span. This thing could actually chop you up into bits if it ever hit you. So there was always the ever present element of fear while learning to fly these aircraft. Anyway for some unknown reason the nose of the helicopter dipped down and the chopper started to fly right toward me. I panicked and started to run. But I wasn't winning. The chopper was getting closer and closer. I had to calm down just a bit to see if I could figure out which way to push the control sticks to save my ass. My heart was racing a mile a minute. It was a do or die situation. My mind was clouded with fear. Which made it very hard to concentrate. But the thought came to mind to deliberately crash the mother fucker. So I did. I pushed the right control stick full forward. Which caused the helicopter to fly downward straight into the ground. I could feel crash debris hit me in the back of my legs as the helicopter disintegrated into a mangled mess. I still remember that day coincided with a day in history you all may recall as well. It was the day the space shuttle challenger blew up on launch.
ROFL thank God it never hit you. Thr timing was eerie though. [emoji15]Well, I thought about it , and almost decided on the Jeep versus T-rex chase scene in Jurassic Park. It was like I was there. Sweating bullets and getting ready to dump my last load. But that got me thinking. There was one time where I was literally running for my life. I was out on a college campus basket ball court practicing on hovering a radio controlled helicopter. I had it hovering during a nose in hover position. At the time the helicopter had a three foot rotor span. This thing could actually chop you up into bits if it ever hit you. So there was always the ever present element of fear while learning to fly these aircraft. Anyway for some unknown reason the nose of the helicopter dipped down and the chopper started to fly right toward me. I panicked and started to run. But I wasn't winning. The chopper was getting closer and closer. I had to calm down just a bit to see if I could figure out which way to push the control sticks to save my ass. My heart was racing a mile a minute. It was a do or die situation. My mind was clouded with fear. Which made it very hard to concentrate. But the thought came to mind to deliberately crash the mother fucker. So I did. I pushed the right control stick full forward. Which caused the helicopter to fly downward straight into the ground. I could feel crash debris hit me in the back of my legs as the helicopter disintegrated into a mangled mess. I still remember that day coincided with a day in history you all may recall as well. It was the day the space shuttle challenger blew up on launch.