Christmas 2014 I got my first 'hobby-grade' rc car. It was a Redcat Blackout XTE Pro. Fully upgraded with a brushless motor and lipo electronic speed controller. I thought, based on every review I could find, that it would be a great rc car. The first couple times I took it outside, I was extremely careful. Didn't go too fast, didn't turn too sharp, didn't run it too hard. Then on run three I ran it, full tilt, into a dumpster and busted the shit out of it. It wasn't expensive to fix, but I had to wait a week for parts. First run after I fixed it, broke other parts... another week. This time I got in a few good runs before I fucked it up but still fucked it up. The difference? This time they were out of parts. I checked every day, hell, sometimes I checked several times a day! A week... two... three. I couldn't take it. I sold that car, scratched together some more money, found a great deal and ordered a Traxxas Slash 4x4 Ultimate. It also came upgraded with a brushless motor and a few extras. Nervously, I took it out, ran it real nice then SLAMMED it straight into the curb! I almost cried. You never know heartbreak until something like that happens. It felt like my high school girlfriend just broke up with me. I instantly flashed back to the painstaking hours I spent painting, prepping and reinforcing the body. I swallowed the lump in my throat and walked over to it as fast as I could without looking like I was hurrying. I gently picked it up and began the gruesome inspection. First the suspension, a common area to break things... all four were miraculously in tact! I checked the bumpers, the bulkheads, the body, the frame... everything was fine. I couldn't believe what I was seeing! EVERYTHING WAS FINE!! The expensive rc seemed to be a great investment! It was at that moment that I realized, "She needs a name!"
To Be Continued....
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