Brilliant. So all the shitty drivers with too much money that now confine their terror to two dimensions will soon get to re-enact German air shows daily.
And don't tell my nephew, for God's sake. He's autistic/Asperger's, and he won't fucking stop talking about how great it will be when he has a flying car and we all live in cloud cities. (Yeah, big talk from a guy who won't empty the friggin' dishwasher let alone wake up in time to go to a job - and who can't drive a regular car.)
The Sport Pilot license isn't as hard to get as the full-house one... 20 hours or so as opposed to the forty-minimum-technically-only-really-fifty-or-sixty-to-master-all-the-stuff...
But that's the problem I have with it. See, I did the old-school curriculum, and piled on top of that most of instrument training... and I live in the Pacific NorthWet, which has crappy weather a fair bit of the time, and some high mountains to boot. And I'm a bit of a performance junkie. I want to be up at 16 or 17,000 feet, knocking down 200+ knots and punching holes in clouds. Sport pilots are limited to 120 knots, 10,000 feet, and visual flight only...
Now, there is the upside, if the weather goes to hell, you can *drive* home... and you can also skip the car rental counter and drive from the airport to you final destination. (Still gotta stop and fold the wings, I would assume... but you don't have to spend a lot of extra money to do that...) And there is the idea that, if you go from wee airport to wee airport, skipping the rental car counter, by the time you count in the umpty-ump hours getting to and through Metatropolis Intergalactic Security Theatre (oh, was there an airport in there somewhere? Sorry, we forgot) and then back *out* of Baggage Misplacus Interflingery Trafficjammus, stand in line at the car counter, and pay outrageous rates piled high with taxes you can't possibly vote for, you just might come out ahead on time, never mind money and sanity.
Dunno. Not worth two hunnert grand to find out, just yet. But it is something to dream about.
The wings fold up...and the car is set up with a system that lets you do it from the cockpit. The COO of the company says that it's more designed to be "an airplane with an additional capability" than a car that can fly. Still, awesome. (I wrote about it on Dev Hardware; article went live today).
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Date: 2010-07-01 02:14 am (UTC)I'm still waiting for the moon colony, though. :-)
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Date: 2010-07-01 04:16 am (UTC)And don't tell my nephew, for God's sake. He's autistic/Asperger's, and he won't fucking stop talking about how great it will be when he has a flying car and we all live in cloud cities. (Yeah, big talk from a guy who won't empty the friggin' dishwasher let alone wake up in time to go to a job - and who can't drive a regular car.)
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Date: 2010-07-01 04:45 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-07-01 06:35 am (UTC)But that's the problem I have with it. See, I did the old-school curriculum, and piled on top of that most of instrument training... and I live in the Pacific NorthWet, which has crappy weather a fair bit of the time, and some high mountains to boot. And I'm a bit of a performance junkie. I want to be up at 16 or 17,000 feet, knocking down 200+ knots and punching holes in clouds. Sport pilots are limited to 120 knots, 10,000 feet, and visual flight only...
Now, there is the upside, if the weather goes to hell, you can *drive* home... and you can also skip the car rental counter and drive from the airport to you final destination. (Still gotta stop and fold the wings, I would assume... but you don't have to spend a lot of extra money to do that...) And there is the idea that, if you go from wee airport to wee airport, skipping the rental car counter, by the time you count in the umpty-ump hours getting to and through Metatropolis Intergalactic Security Theatre (oh, was there an airport in there somewhere? Sorry, we forgot) and then back *out* of Baggage Misplacus Interflingery Trafficjammus, stand in line at the car counter, and pay outrageous rates piled high with taxes you can't possibly vote for, you just might come out ahead on time, never mind money and sanity.
Dunno. Not worth two hunnert grand to find out, just yet. But it is something to dream about.
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Date: 2010-07-01 04:11 pm (UTC)-L.
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