So I finally assembled my Rotor Bones quad that I bought this month. I ended up using the KK2 board in it, and so far am VERY pleased. I do not have the autolevel set up yet though.
That being said, my dear wife was kind enough to go outside with me and try to film the aircraft in operation.
So I set it down, spun it up, and started flying around. Wooshing around in the tight confines I was thrilled with the way it was handling. I got up close to my wife, then flew away, and up. It was flying so close to level on it's own, I took my hands off the controls, and tried to get my wife's attention. So there I am, standing with my arm extended, taking peeks back at my quad as it was drifting away. My wife was captivated by it's flight, and wouldn't look down at me, where I was trying to show it was flying hands off. Finally I gave up on her, and turned to resume control of my quad.
The light was limited at this time, and I'm using that as my excuse. I was at least twenty feet up, and I was drifting right into a tree. I applied back to the stick, and instead of moving closer to me, it tilted the wrong direction.
Ok, I'm a plane guy originally, and when in a bad spot, you throttle down, then steer out. I brought the left stick all the way down. The quad started to fall. Instead of bumping the throttle, I just stood there, dumfounded as it struck the gravel road almost perfectly flat. I turned to the camera, with a little half hearted smile, knowing as frustrated as I was, at least I had it on video.
I walked over, with my wife still filming. There was a mostly intact quad. One motor mount broken, (I've done the impossible, Chad said this couldn't happen!) and it was laying off to one side. On another arm, the landing gear was fractured, so it was sitting funny. All in all though the aircraft was in good shape.
I was a little frustrated, but like I said, at least my wife caught it with the camera... In a somewhat disgusted voice, I told her to shut off the recording. At which point she took the image above. "Um, I didn't have it on video." What? NOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Oh well, at least we got some stills as she hit the "record button" to start and stop the recording.
There it is, the broken mount. I did drop it pretty much straight down from at least 20 feet.
That being said, my dear wife was kind enough to go outside with me and try to film the aircraft in operation.
So I set it down, spun it up, and started flying around. Wooshing around in the tight confines I was thrilled with the way it was handling. I got up close to my wife, then flew away, and up. It was flying so close to level on it's own, I took my hands off the controls, and tried to get my wife's attention. So there I am, standing with my arm extended, taking peeks back at my quad as it was drifting away. My wife was captivated by it's flight, and wouldn't look down at me, where I was trying to show it was flying hands off. Finally I gave up on her, and turned to resume control of my quad.
The light was limited at this time, and I'm using that as my excuse. I was at least twenty feet up, and I was drifting right into a tree. I applied back to the stick, and instead of moving closer to me, it tilted the wrong direction.
Ok, I'm a plane guy originally, and when in a bad spot, you throttle down, then steer out. I brought the left stick all the way down. The quad started to fall. Instead of bumping the throttle, I just stood there, dumfounded as it struck the gravel road almost perfectly flat. I turned to the camera, with a little half hearted smile, knowing as frustrated as I was, at least I had it on video.
I walked over, with my wife still filming. There was a mostly intact quad. One motor mount broken, (I've done the impossible, Chad said this couldn't happen!) and it was laying off to one side. On another arm, the landing gear was fractured, so it was sitting funny. All in all though the aircraft was in good shape.
I was a little frustrated, but like I said, at least my wife caught it with the camera... In a somewhat disgusted voice, I told her to shut off the recording. At which point she took the image above. "Um, I didn't have it on video." What? NOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Oh well, at least we got some stills as she hit the "record button" to start and stop the recording.
There it is, the broken mount. I did drop it pretty much straight down from at least 20 feet.