The only ‘lube’ in your house is for your swashplate.
You’ll drive an hour to the flying field, but not 5 minutes to pick up milk.
Your idea of a good time on a Friday night is staying home and trying to get rid of a pesky vibration.
You have more pics of your helicopter than your family.
You spend Rs 3000 on new batteries but freak out when you’re overcharged Rs 5 at the vegetable cart.
You can balance your blades but not your bank account.
You move just for a house with a bigger yard.
You put the cheapest petrol possible in your Rs 10,00,000 car, but you insist on at least 15% nitro for your heli.
You walk into the LHS for a spare part and come out with a whole new helicopter.
The sound of doorbell sends shivers down your spine (UPS? Fedex? DHL?)
You have a whole room in your house dedicated to your RC heli.
You have a stash of RC heli manuals to read in the bathroom.
You’re constantly checking the wind speed.
You have a white stripe on your neck from your transmitter strap.
You have a cat named ‘Aileron’ and a dog named ‘Rudder.’
You have enough battery power to run your house.
Your fingers are constantly glued together with CA.
You’re stuck between taking your girlfriend for a night out and getting lucky, or buying a new set of carbon blades.
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