Nathan Davidson Biography
My addiction started early as is the case most often. My great uncle brought me to the duluth rc flying club when I was about 7-8 and I watched him fly his plane he built in his garage. Not sure what it was exactly, it was shiny yellow, electric, and the wing was held on by rubber bands. I remember thinking that was crazy, but they still do it. I also remember it took most of the day to charge the brick of a battery he got 2:30 minutes of flight time on. Since then I was fascinated by the hobby.







