My father flew every generation of Radio Control, starting with escapement. I started flying solo at 10 years old in 1966 and flew a ton of hours from then through college, graduating in 1979. From 66 to 79, I feel comfortable saying I flew 2,000 hours or so.
From 1979 until 2015, life happened, and luckily I flew occasionally, enough I didn’t lose my skills completely, but I certainly lost the edge. Early in this period, I got my private pilot's license, which more than kept my interest in aviation alive.
In 2015, our youngest child moved out of the house, and facing the “now what” question, I got back in the hobby in a big way. At this point, flying is something I really enjoy. I will never have the reflexes of my teenage self, but I’m certainly good enough to make the plane do what I want it to.
