When I was about 15, with my older brother, I flew planes for a little bit, but then I got married when I was 18, so that stopped for a while. Then when my older son turned 12, I bought him an airplane, but he wasn't interested. He wanted a guitar. So I kept the airplane for myself and started flying again. It was a remote control, but it was only a propeller plane—it wasn't one with a turbine jet engine inside.

I went to the jets because there's more speed. They're actually simpler for maintenance, since you don't have mecahnical parts in there breaking down. You just start them up and there's a computer inside, and you set 'em right and they fly.

I built this out of a kit. It was about $8,000. It took me almost a year, because when I first built it, I wanted everything perfect. Now I don't care anymore. Now I just want to fly! After you scrape it a few times, you don't care about perfection, you just want to fly.

I did have four jets, but I lost one last week. We were in Virginia, and I was doing low passes and I was about a foot off the ground at about 200 miles an hour, and I drifted off into the grass which was about two feet, so I hit the grass and it just ate the plane and spit out the engine. So now I have three jets.

I was remarried about a year ago, and one of the prerequisites was, this is what I do and if you don't like it, don't marry me! She comes out and watches, when it's nice out. She doesn't fly them, she just stands next to me, and makes me look good.

This jet here, I had to completely rebuild it after I crashed it on the first flight. The engine went out on me. It went down, I couldn't make the runway, and it went on fire and burnt the whole plane on the first flight. That's about my worst story.