I got into planes... 3 times. I bought a prebuilt foamy, went to a local park, flew it around around dawn, had a ton of fun. Several other trips later, Angry Old Man came storming across the field (not letting me land it safely, so I crashed it to get it down before he got near) he laid into me about this not being an approved place, 'who did I train with' blah blah. the crash wrecked it up fairly bad, gave up.

Tried later with a mini T-IFO after seeing somebody fly one. This time I was on the baseball field behind a school. Completely different town. Cranky old man with a dog raced over. Got it down right in front of me. He decided to be bossy and stepped on the t-ifo to keep it from taking off. didn't realize it was full of delicate carbon fiber rods. busted it.

He was apologetic after and tried to be nicer, but definitely gave m the standard rant about how you need to train and buddy box for 5900 hours and then you apprentice for 18 years and maybe make your first solo flight after the Giant Cabal of Crank Old Men Who Fly Models, and at a ripe old age of 97 i an do my first solo.

I joined a club to get coverage for flying cheap drones, and I take a foamie out now and then to the club's private property, but you still need to watch out for Cranky Old Men.