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I had a couple of those when I was sixteen, .049 Cox powered. They were very underpowered. You had to swing them around like a sling to keep them airborne. After the motor conked out I would keep swinging them around as long as I could until I got so dizzy I would fall on my ass. One day, I was flying my plane at the park when a couple of cops showed up and told me to clear out. I recognized one of them, he was my neighbour, he told me never mind, I could stay, and they walked away. A few weeks later, me and my friend were flying there and another cop showed up, damnit! He knelt down next to the plane and started flipping the propeller. Couldn't get rid of him.
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