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twelve years ago, after everyone had told me never to spool up my blades while holding the tail boom, i spooled up my blades while holding the tail boom... on the hardwood floor in my dining room. i had just rebuilt my shuttle after a crash, and it was getting dark, and my car was blocked in, and it was only going to take a second, and blah blah blah. pitch curve was too steep, shot up 2 feet, down collective stick, shot down 2 feet, boom strike with my thumb in the way. the main blades slammed into my knuckle and knocked my hand back so the tail rotor could take another whack at my thumb. the heli disintegrated after it had chainsawed its way through all the dining room furniture legs while i bled and got my girlfriend to come hit the kill switch on the tx (there are so many wrong switches to try first when someone is in a panic). my neighbor called the paramedics, who misunderstood and thought i'd been drilled by a real helicopter, and all these cops and fire trucks showed up at the house expecting to find someone decapitated. my girlfriend drove me to the hospital in agoura, ca. two broken thumb bones, a bunch of stitches, and physical therapy for 6 months. i have a picture somewhere. now, may i have my moron award?