From a post made back in April of '08 when folks were still excited on this now fangle machine.... Link

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I pondered the day's mission and mentally went over my pre-flight checks. I walked across the tarmac to the craft, helmet in hand admiring the sleekness and grace of this fine machine. With the checks of the lights, tires, framing complete I gave a once over look of the skin. Glancing across the runway I looked for any debris that may become fodder or anything that would ground me. All looked well, so I suited up and hooked up the communications. The engine thundered alive as the gauges began showing feedback, I settled into the cockpit. Radioing the tower I got the up-to-date weather conditions and the clearance for take-off. With a sweeping motion of the arm and a salute from the deck crew, man and machine was rolling down the runway ready for whatever comes our way. Danger Zone was blasting through the speakers and in the rear view my wife was in her robe and fuzzy slippers with a hand-held CB radio standing in the driveway.

I wondered to myself if I've taken this Vision Pilot thing a little too far?   Uhhhh....no.........