pungbjoern
Senior Member
There I was, at the airfield. Beautiful day, no clouds, the sun was out, the weather was hot! I arrive and immediately find that I'm not alone. To my surprise and great joy, not only were there people flying quadcopters and airplanes, but also RC cars! I felt like I had arrived in a group of my peers.
We started flying. We started talking. Fly some, talk some. All in all a wonderful time.
I had recently acquired a 450 because it was supposedly more wind resilient than smaller craft. This was my first time flying it in a larger setting. It behaves admirably, though it was still very susceptible to the wind. I was about to find out just how much...
I've always been wary of flying too high, as the wind tends to take the craft and I don't regain much control. I've also always been afraid of just dropping the throttle to get it down, as I imagined that would lead to hard landings. After two packs I started to wonder: "does the auto-level functionality work when it's in free fall, if I apply the throttle?". The answer turned out to be a resounding "YES!". This made me bolder. I started flying more aggressively, knowing that I could drop down to the ground and save it with auto-leveling. This worked very well. Perhaps too well.
At some point, I must have given it a bit too much throttle on the save. It auto-leveled, but that's not all it did. The wind caught it and brought it up higher. I thought to myself "no problem. I'll drop drop it down, save it with the auto-level". This was my first problem. I dropped it, saved it, but the wind too it higher. Rinse and repeat a couple of times, and I lost orientation. I may have even gone out of range. As it started disappearing, my first thought was "I hope it doesn't hit anybody". I started running; running as fast as I can to what I perceived as the potential impact site. Always trying to get control of it, I eventually lost sight of it. It had gone down...
I kept running, thinking I'd hear screaming and see blood and angry fingers pointing and the police arriving. What I found what quite different. Or perhaps I should say what I didn't find. There was no sight of the craft. Not a trace. Nobody seemed angry, nobody was bleeding, nobody was doing anything out of the ordinary. It was as if the craft had been swallowed up by the universe, just to spite me. I searched and I searched. I was ably helped by my new-found friends, and we found nothing. We walked up and down the grass, we checked the trees, the bushes, everything. It had vanished without a trace.
The lesson I learned today is that the wind can be treacherous and fickle. The wind is a harsh mistress, and I paid the ultimate price.
We started flying. We started talking. Fly some, talk some. All in all a wonderful time.
I had recently acquired a 450 because it was supposedly more wind resilient than smaller craft. This was my first time flying it in a larger setting. It behaves admirably, though it was still very susceptible to the wind. I was about to find out just how much...
I've always been wary of flying too high, as the wind tends to take the craft and I don't regain much control. I've also always been afraid of just dropping the throttle to get it down, as I imagined that would lead to hard landings. After two packs I started to wonder: "does the auto-level functionality work when it's in free fall, if I apply the throttle?". The answer turned out to be a resounding "YES!". This made me bolder. I started flying more aggressively, knowing that I could drop down to the ground and save it with auto-leveling. This worked very well. Perhaps too well.
At some point, I must have given it a bit too much throttle on the save. It auto-leveled, but that's not all it did. The wind caught it and brought it up higher. I thought to myself "no problem. I'll drop drop it down, save it with the auto-level". This was my first problem. I dropped it, saved it, but the wind too it higher. Rinse and repeat a couple of times, and I lost orientation. I may have even gone out of range. As it started disappearing, my first thought was "I hope it doesn't hit anybody". I started running; running as fast as I can to what I perceived as the potential impact site. Always trying to get control of it, I eventually lost sight of it. It had gone down...
I kept running, thinking I'd hear screaming and see blood and angry fingers pointing and the police arriving. What I found what quite different. Or perhaps I should say what I didn't find. There was no sight of the craft. Not a trace. Nobody seemed angry, nobody was bleeding, nobody was doing anything out of the ordinary. It was as if the craft had been swallowed up by the universe, just to spite me. I searched and I searched. I was ably helped by my new-found friends, and we found nothing. We walked up and down the grass, we checked the trees, the bushes, everything. It had vanished without a trace.
The lesson I learned today is that the wind can be treacherous and fickle. The wind is a harsh mistress, and I paid the ultimate price.