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My journey into radio-controlled aviation began long before I ever held a transmitter. As a teenager in the Police Explorers program, a routine stop with the lieutenant in charge became a defining moment. At his father’s home, I saw a large F4U Corsair suspended from the ceiling, while in the backyard his father was teaching himself to fly an RC helicopter. That unexpected encounter planted a seed—one that would quietly grow for years.
I started flying model airplanes with my father when I was 10 years old.
My first airplane, a Christmas gift, was a Testors P-38 Control Line airplane with twin Wen Mac .049 engines. We never could get both engines running together, so we always flew it on a single engine. From there, I went on to flying various small Control Line models until I bought my first large, .35-powered model, a Carl Goldberg Voodoo airplane.
I grew up in rural Pennsylvania, as I usually tell people, on the outskirts of a village. Apparently, I showed an interest in aircraft at a very early age (probably about 2), and I remember my Dad teaching me to build plastic models when I was too young to hold the Exacto knife.
My first RC project was actually a helicopter. A steep learning curve but well worth it.
From there, planes, cars, and boats were easy. I usually build my own kits.
It's part of the fun. I have done a few from scratch since I have acquired a 3D printer. I have joined many clubs, met a great bunch of guys. I don't get to fly much anymore. I am 82 and acquired some back problems, but I still occasionally manage to get out.
When I was 14 years old, my dad worked on aircraft refuelers at Chicagoland airports. I used to go with him any change I got. I saw all kinds of airplanes. I got into model airplanes. It's a great hobby.
I started out back in the early 2000s with fly bar helicopters nitro and electric, batteries were not too good back then. Although saying that, Turnigy ones are still in use today. Had limited success as training in the UK was not all that advanced. Tried foamy trainers with no success, for some reason I just couldn't fly planes. Flew helis for 8 years until I moved to USA then took time out for a few years, just doing multirotor filming of pickleball events.
I’m a retired auto repair technician/shop owner. My first production to RC was at the age of four. I was born in Zambia, Africa, and attended an RC flying demo at a local park in 1961. Two Americans performed amazing flying with pattern aircraft. I can vividly remember the gold-colored control boxes they held. I was awestruck.
I entered the world of aviation in the late '90s, fueled by the smell of spent nitro and the mentorship of my father. A full-scale pilot himself, Dad saw RC flying as the perfect "entry ramp" to the skies. He was right. My journey started with a two-channel EZ-Bee powered by a screaming Cox .049—a plane I flew until it was held together by more epoxy than foam.
I grew up flying Control Line in my neighbor's field. I later started flying the radio control at about the age of 15, then I had to start flying it out in the neighbor's cow pasture. It is certainly a challenge. I had to eventually remove the landing gear and land the airplane in a tall grass field, which worked out really well.
I always had an interest in flying. Started with Control Line, never could get it off the ground. My father and I used to go to a field and watch R/C planes but couldn't afford the equipment. I joined the Air Force and finished out my career in the Air National Guard. My neighbor was into R/C and I'd go over his house. I joined the local club and he helped me build my first plane. A Dura Plane. I wanted something TOUGH.
