Model Rocket Review

It seems that my interests never change.  Women would like to think that men mature, that our interests evolve, and that we become more sophisticated by the day.  The fact of the matter is, we don’t.  We never change.  The same things that interested us at 12 years of age are just as interesting to us today.  Case in point, I love model rockets.  What kid doesn’t like shooting a rocket 1000 feet in the air?  I contend that most adult men enjoy it just as much.

Recently I have revitalized this old interest to the tune of approximately 10 different rockets ranging from the ready-to-fly 9-inchers, to the level 3, build-it-from-scratch, multistage monsters.  I have done this under the guise that they are for my 7 year old son, but after flying them a few times, it has become obvious that although he enjoys them, I am the driving force behind this hobby.  You may assert that I am alone in my Cub Scout pursuits and that it is even a little creepy for a grown-ass man to clip craft store coupons just to get discounts on C6 engines.   I might have likewise agreed with you until I discovered the hidden truth.  One day, I swallowed my pride and mentioned my secret sin to a buddy.   I was delighted to see his eyes light up as he too admitted his hidden addiction to the phallic flyers.  A weight was lifted, for the truth has set us free.  

We now fly them together and speak openly of thrust, duration, and proper discharge of wads.  We can now share our prepubescent urges with one another without fear of judgment or reprisals.  We are both open with one another and can now enjoy our launches together.  I admire his rockets, and he admires mine.  

So, if you want to give in to those secrete desires, but social pressure has kept you from picking up a model rocket, I say, open your mind and give it a try.  Estes is the only player in the rocketing game, so I don’t need to tell you about brands.  The RTF kits are cheap and can be setup in minutes, so that is a good place to start.  Although, if you were like me, you experimented with those a little in college and ended up feeling unsatisfied because the tiny engines that come with them were over in seconds.  I suggest you get at least a level 2, glue it, paint it, and blast that thing off!  If you are going to do it, do it right.

Come out and join us my fellow closeted flyers.  Haters, stop the discrimination and let us fly in peace.  All we want is a windless day, a cloudless sky, and a countdown to launch…and that doesn’t make us gay.