I love the smell of nitro, too, and can fiddle with a nitro boat all day long. The cool thing is that after all that fiddling, we pulled the gasser out of the car (already fueled and taped before it left home), yanked the rope twice, and threw it in. I let Joe drive it some, and his knees never stopped shaking, worrying that the boat would end up on the shore, which always seemed to get too close too soon. We passed the controller back and forth between us a couple of times without even coming in. It was me who finally flipped it. Ran too close to shore while turning and ran over an underwater stick. Shame, shame! The punishment for flipping a gas boat is that you have to restart it, throw it back in, and run some more to dry out the engine bearings. Just another fun day at the pond.