I built a Lancer. I made a handle out of electrical conduit for it. The Lancer didn't last long. There was a guy in KC named Bob Anderson, the greatest salesman I ever met. He could talk anybody into or out of anything. I was flying my Lancer one day when I noticed Bob Anderson in my peripheral vision. "Oh,no," I said to myself. "Bob will talk me into letting him fly my Lancer, and he'll crash it." Bob talked me into letting him fly my Lancer, and he crashed it. He offered to give me some glue to fix it. (He never did.)