The people doing this ought to be treated like drunk drivers, IMO. Sure wouldn't want to be lumped in with those guys.
This bit here, I think, is very important. I always hear a lot about drones being unsafe or that people are always doing bad things with them or blah blah blah, but... it's seriously like using a freaking car. There are rules, you're expected to know the bloody rules, and you're expected to FOLLOW the bloody rules. Those who DONT.... also dont speak for the rest of us who actually do.
And of course some drones work to enforce some things on their own. One of mine... I forget what the specific one is called... wont rise above a certain internally set height, for instance. Try to do so and the thing will simply refuse while the controller shrieks at you. I'm relatively certain that some of them are also capable of recognizing no-fly zones and refusing to go near them. That sort of thing.
The problem though is that you get idiots who go in, usually with some stupid beer nearby, and make absolute fools of themselves, worsening everything for everyone else, like the useless festering lumps that they are. Some will even do it on purpose just to get those sweet, sweet likes on Derpbook for their "funny" video.
You've assembled an armada of drones, but have only 'learned to fly' them? There has to be an interesting story behind that! Give? Sincerest condolences on the Illinois thing. I live in a rural town, and literally in the last home at the very edge of the forest. Nevertheless, there is always the possibility of offending people.
Well, the story is, I live in Naperville, and.... I live in Naperville. I mean seriously that's the story. The area suuuuuuuucks and it makes a lot of things hard or impossible to do (it aint just drones). It's a stupid overcrowded mess of an area that almost entirely consists of cars on roads that were clearly laid out by a drunken monkey. I actually had to make unusual concessions just to practice flying the things. Which is to say, I did it in the basement. Yes, really. Drone. In basement. Fortunately the basement is a gigantic freaking cavern, and the drone specifically used for learning was a Traxxas Alias, which as far as I can tell is utterly indestructible. Most drones shatter or burst when they crash, that thing just goes BOING. I imagine there was some goat sacrificing going on in the factory, you cant make something that durable without some sort of dark magic going on.
So yeah, that's how it worked. Sucky area, basement training, and when it came time to start flying the others, well... it was hard to find chances to do so, so their use was limited.
Not just those though, but the RC cars also. They dont fly, but they're still gigantic heavy things that can hit 40-50 MPH. There's just nowhere to do it here.
The place we're moving to, well... gotta say, I aint too concerned about offending anyone there, as I rather sense there's nobody to offend. It's one of those areas where there's just nothing around. No subdivisions, no shops, no gas stations, just... grass, farm fields. More grass. More fields. The new house is in this abnormally sparse little group of what I think is only about 25 houses or so, each spaced out rather drastically. Heck, the backyard at the new house is big enough to fit at least 2 more houses in it. There's far more than enough room just in the backyard alone to do all the flying. The only real threat is the tree wall, as if anything should crash into one of those trees it's probably going into the creek that runs alongside the back yard.
But pretty much all of the surrounding landscape is just... blank. Aside from the random walls of tall grass. I've been in very rural areas before, or what I *thought* were very rural areas, but... they werent like that.
So... yeah, a bit lucky there. As you can likely tell I'm quite excited about it. Just one blasted month away.
