I’ve been flying Tiny Whoops (small drones with cameras on their heads) for about 2 years now and I’m ok at it. Certainly not going to win any races, but I have fun flying around and terrorising our dogs. I’ve even started a group that meets in Birmingham where local pilots can come and fly together… well… until Covid killed it off.
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BTW – International Race Day
The day of reckoning had arrived. Facebook ad’s posted. Event showing people coming from as far away as Germany. Prizes were organised and winners cup engraved. The race gates were positioned, LEDs illuminated. Laptop set up with a records spreadsheet (because as cool as I am, I can’t resist a good spreadsheet). The first contestants lined up on 4 stools at one end of the bar. Armed, and props spinning, they waited for the countdown to start the first race. The buzzer sounded and they zipped off the line…!
Tiny Whoops Pt.2
I was hooked… No doubt
But I had no idea what I was doing. The Whoop I’d bought (Blade Inductrix FPV) was WAAAAYYYYYYYY older than I realised. The sport had progressed so far in just a couple years and I was late catching the train. Still… I had a basic whoop and it flew ok and gave me an FPV experience.
Tiny Whoops Pt.1
Ever since I was a little kid I’ve enjoyed making stuff. My lego obsession was evidence of that enough. Evidence that filled entire wardrobes and emptied entire bank accounts… But another that went fairly unsated was the enjoyment gained from remote control vehicles. I only ever had a few of them but they tickled an itch that nothing else could scratch.