I didn't know much about model airplanes before I started helping Steve with Outerzone 18 months ago. I still don't know much about model airplanes, but like to think I've learned a little since then.
So - I can tell a biplane from a monoplane, a twin prop from ... well, the other kind, and I know the difference between a scale model and ... those designs people just make up from their heads.
Hmm, this may not be as impressive a display of technical knowledge as I'd hoped.
I'm better with people than planes. I like the comments you send in, your photos of lovingly scratch-built models - and I actually know what that means now! I especially enjoy reading the stories behind the pictures.
I have a particular soft spot for vintage photos, the slightly faded, sometimes creased images from years ago. If they show a person alongside the plane, that's even better.
These photos are often technically imperfect - a bit blurry, or awkwardly cropped. This is part of their appeal for me. The flaws are very human and these images have a genuine warmth that's hard to recreate in a digitally perfect world.
For me, the older photos don't just show what the model looks like, they also provoke an emotional response. They evoke a feeling about the model and the person who built and flew it.
Just take a look at Jesus Abellan's father launching his Stately Sadie.
Or Dave Fritzke's dad, Bud, flying the Kyosho Papillon.
Or Sundancer's Vedette zipping along above the snowy Derbyshire hills.
Or ... there are so many, I can only squeeze in a few here, but I hope you get the picture. Literally :)
I'm also a sucker for the colours, fashions and facial expressions of earlier times. Grainy black and white or saturated '70s tones. Carefully combed and pomaded hair, skinny legs in flared jeans, a natty hat and pipe, gap-toothed grins or serious 'photo-face', the odd bow tie.
They all contribute to the aesthetic that I find so pleasing. I can't express how much I love these pictures, how they make me smile. Generations of modellers, happy doing their thing.
We've got pictures of your parents, children, wives and siblings. And of course we have you as fresh-faced youngsters, facing the world with a smile and your plane.
When these pictures are taken out of their album or shoebox, dusted off and shared with Outerzone, they get a new lease of life. They are seen with fresh eyes for the first time by a new audience.
Perhaps fancifully, I think of them as a type of time travel. They transport me to another time and place, where it's always sunny, the model is newly finished, still smells of dope, and you're just getting ready to fly.
You probably think this is all a bit daft, that I'm over-romanticising a few faded old photos. Maybe so. But it's through your vintage 'more pics' that I've learned the most important lesson over the past year: I've learned to appreciate the joy of aeromodelling.