Men love their “toys”. Weekend body polishing ✨, kilometers of conversations about the horses under the hood 🏎️, test drives and upgrades for the sake of a car, they are ready to wipe every speck of dust. A drone? Another passion complex maneuvers, new propellers, fresh batteries… Endless delight from operating equipment, from speed, precision, control 🎮.
And you know, I am not against it. Let them play. Let them enjoy these expensive, shiny and cold toys. But somewhere in this scheme, I always want to remind: there is a “toy” that is much more alive, warm and unpredictable… Me 😏.
Unlike a car, you can’t just leave me in the garage overnight. You can’t just choose a comfortable mode with me. I can suddenly catch fire like an overheated engine 🔥, or take you on a completely unplanned route 🌪️. And that’s the beauty of it. I don’t have an instruction manual, and “reflashing” won’t help if something goes wrong.
I don’t require polishing, I require passion ❤️. I’m not battery-powered — I’m emotional. I don’t need regular maintenance — but I can burn you out with my temperament if you don’t take good care of me.
So the next time you’re choosing between a new drone model and an evening with me, remember: no gadget will give you so many real sensations 🎯. I’m the best “toy” you’ve ever had in your hands. And it's up to you whether you'll play it safe... or get really carried away 😘
Anna💋