• Kids love drones

    The box said it was for ages 14 and up. I decided to show my 4-year-old nephew how to fly my little drone anyways. And by fly I mean just to use the up and down throttle. He eventually figured out if he moved the same control a bit to either side he could spin it as well.

    Hours of entertainment. Well, until a few propellers broke. Related: We are both now eagerly awaiting new propellers.

    “Did the flying things come yet? Does the mailman know?”

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  • So I bought a drone

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    A fun little mini Hubsan X4. Its about 4×4 inches and weighs next to nothing. It has the battery life of about fifteen minutes, which makes for the perfect work break. I got it after hearing about it from my coworker Michael. He also has this great drone.love blog.

    This isn’t something I thought I’d ever be into but I’ve had it for about 24 hours now and I’ve had a ton of fun learning to fly it. I crash it all the time and it’s held up surprisingly great so far. I’ve lost a propellor and broke one. Good thing it comes with four extra.

    Crashing

    Some lessons I’ve learned so far:

    There are two propellor types – clockwise and counter-clockwise. You can’t just put them on in any old place. The drone arms and the propellors are marked with either A or B. Just make sure you match them up. Otherwise, you won’t get off the ground.

    If it looks like the arms are falling apart or have broken underneath, fear not. That is supposed to happen. They unhinge on bigger crashes. Just pop them back into place. You kind of have to force it.

    My propellors started to fly off really easily towards the end of the first day. They can be hard to find especially if you don’t have a ton of lights on. To fix this, I took them all off and lightly scuffed up the motor tips with a nail file. This gave it a bit more grip and they’ve been staying on better.

    Once you get the hang of steering, its fun to walk behind it and drive it around and outside the house. Keep the red lights facing you and the blue lights in front.

    And you’re never too old to buy a toy. Or learn new things. Or be one with your inner nerd.

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