My younger daughter, Vicky, gave it to me for Christmas, and by lunchtime on Christmas Day I had ham-fistedly flown it into a tree - causing all sorts of structural and mechanical damage.
I scoured eBay for the spares (2 main drive shafts and the bodyshell) and they arrived yesterday, so last night I spent several hours working with glue, solder and some very fiddly screws.
Cue fanfare, drum roll, guitar riff, or perhaps Ride of the Valkyries...
Now, I must remember to take this whole learning to fly thing one step at a time...
2 comments:
A daughter who bought you a helicopter!
What grater proof of your parenting could there be?
Well played Ms Marchington
SBW
Totally. I knew all that investment would pay off in the end!
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