RSG GyroFly

01/06/2026

Building the Community and Communication Channels.

In this phase, we focus on gathering supporters, creating transparent communication paths, and establishing a space where people can follow the project, ask questions, and participate in its development. By opening social channels, updates, and direct contact options, we begin forming the core community that will accompany the RSG DIAMOND from concept to completion.

At this early stage, our priority is not only to present the vision of the RSG DIAMOND, but to build the foundations of a community that understands the process, respects the work behind it, and wants to be part of the journey. This means showing the project not as a finished product, but as a living, evolving creation — something that grows step by step, with real challenges, real decisions, and real progress. People don’t just follow machines; they follow stories, transparency, and authenticity. That is exactly what we are shaping here.

More you can read here:

An independent engineering project to design and build the RSG DIAMOND — a two‑seat experimental gyrocopter created from scratch.

31/05/2026

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Polubienia: 26, komentarze: 6. „Thank you for using my song and reaching almost 5K posts!”

31/05/2026

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Zobacz post użytkownika SynthOne.

30/05/2026

Diamond hasn’t disappeared.
Diamond hasn’t died.
Diamond is simply sitting quietly, watching me deal with real life, work, and a budget that lately behaves like a gyroplane without fuel.

But the vision hasn’t stopped for a second.

This project isn’t a “hey, I’ll tinker in the garage when I get a free afternoon” kind of thing.
It’s a marathon — sometimes you run, sometimes you walk, and sometimes you stand on the side of the road scratching your head, wondering where the money went.

But the direction hasn’t changed.
Diamond will be built.
It will stand on its wheels.
It will fly.

Right now it’s just a pit stop.
And like every pit stop — it takes a moment, but it lets you push harder afterwards.

21/05/2026

I've build four engine plane. B-flyteetwo 🤣

19/05/2026

The season kicked off like a rocket leaving the garage.
Wooden decks one after another, boards flying, screws disappearing faster than fresh donuts.

Meanwhile my poor Diamond is standing outside under the open sky, looking at me like a dog that’s been waiting three days for a walk.

Every time I walk past him, I can almost hear:
“Really? Another deck? And I’m just standing here getting rained on like a chump?”

But what can you do — work is work.
First I have to get everyone’s decks ready for summer,
and only then I can get back to my flying beast,
who’s basically standing there with a metaphorical tennis ball in his mouth giving me the
“Hey boss… remember me?” look.

Don’t worry, buddy.
I’ll be back.
And when I do, the progress will be so loud you’ll forget you ever had a reason to sulk.

15/05/2026

✈️ POST: “How My Brain Lost My Diamond”

Alright.
Here’s the story of how my own brain decided to pull the best prank of 2026 on me.

You know how it is — you build a machine.
You design.
You measure.
You calculate.
You swear.
You measure again.
You swear again.
And eventually you reach that point where the machine stops being a project…
and starts becoming alive in your head.

And yesterday…
It happened.

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1. My first flight in the Diamond. A real one.

Not in CAD.
Not in a render.
Not on paper.

In a dream.

And it wasn’t one of those dreams where you fly like a superhero over a city doing barrel rolls over a stadium.
No.
This was a test flight.

I felt the roll.
I felt the lift.
I felt that “oh yeah, we’re climbing” sensation.
I saw the horizon, the ground, everything.

And the interior?
Black.
Just like in my Audi Q5 — my black, calm, elegant ground‑cockpit where I sit every day and which my brain apparently uses as a default cockpit template.

My brain basically went:
“F**k the details, we’re using the Q5 layout. Let’s fly.”

And honestly?
It was beautiful.

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2. And then Kasia enters the scene. Glowing like a movie character.

I land from that dream flight, still half a tank left.
I look at Kasia and say:

— Wanna go for a flight?

And she, like I just offered her a private jet to the Maldives:

— Yesss!

And that’s when I knew it was a dream.
Because in real life:

- first Calidus flight → stress,
- after landing → “that was awesome”,
- initiative → zero.

She’s not a “let’s fly again” person.
And that’s fine.
Not everyone has the aviation spark.

But in the dream?
In the dream she was excited like we were about to film Top Gun 3.

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3. So we go to get the Diamond. And that’s where the comedy begins.

We get in the car.
Drive to some town I’ve never seen before.
You know — that RPG vibe:

“Your mission: find the Diamond. Good luck, hero.”

And me — a guy who:

- never loses his car,
- always knows where he is,
- has a built‑in compass instead of a brain,

suddenly wandering around like a tourist without internet.

Walking.
Looking.
Searching.
Turning around.
Going the other way.
Nothing.

The Diamond was gone.

Just gone.

Like my brain decided:

— Rob, you had one flight. That’s enough. Season two coming soon.

And Kasia is standing there, ready to fly, while I’m walking around like an idiot searching for a machine I built myself.

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4. And here’s the best part.

This wasn’t a dream about flying.
This was a dream about a real machine.

Because you can’t lose a vision.
You can’t lose a sketch.
You can’t lose a concept.

But a real machine?
Oh yeah.
That you can lose.

My brain treated the Diamond like an actual object in the world.
Something you can:

- park,
- leave somewhere,
- search for,
- and lose.

That’s the moment a project stops being a project.

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5. The moral?

There is no moral.
This isn’t a fairy tale.

It’s just a story about how:

- I flew the Diamond,
- wanted to take Kasia for a ride,
- went to pick up the machine,
- and my brain pulled the best prank ever.

The Diamond is alive.
Even if it sometimes disappears in some random dream‑town.

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6. Now your turn — who’s had a dream so real you woke up checking if it actually happened?

Comments welcome.
Laughs welcome.
And if anyone finds my Diamond — please return it.
It still had half a tank.

13/05/2026

It’s been a bit quiet here lately — not because the project died, but because the weather and life decided to switch my difficulty level to hard mode.

The wind keeps blowing exactly when I need it calm, the rain shows up the moment I have time to work, and my laptop is still enjoying its extended spa treatment at the service center.

Add a heavy load of professional work on top of that, and the result is simple: no physical progress for now.

But don’t worry — the brain is still running, the plan is still evolving, and as soon as nature and electronics stop trolling me, I’ll be back at the workbench with double the energy.

The project is alive. I’m alive. And we keep going.

09/05/2026

Yesterday I touched on the topic of freedom in flying.
It wasn’t really about comparing regulations between countries — that’s obvious and everyone knows they differ.

What I meant was something else:
the logic behind some of these rules… or the lack of it.

Take the example of a moped.
If you’re 18, you can ride one with zero qualifications.
Which basically means you can be a road user without knowing a single traffic rule.

Following that logic —
why not let everyone drive anything on just their ID card?
Trucks, buses, sports cars…
If “being 18” is enough, then let’s go all in.

Now let’s copy‑paste that idea into aviation.
Close all the flying schools, cancel training, and let everyone fly whatever they want, however they want.
After all, they’ve got an ID card, right?

Sounds absurd?
Exactly.

And that was the whole point of my post:
not the regulations themselves, but the strange paths lawmakers’ minds sometimes take.
Rules that should be logical often end up being the opposite.

08/05/2026

🚁🔥 PHILOSOPHICAL‑REBELLIOUS
Sometimes I wonder when exactly we decided that the sky belongs more to paperwork than to people.

I understand controlled airspace.
I understand traffic, separation, procedures, IFR corridors.
That all makes sense.

But there are places out there where the sky is completely empty.
Miles and miles of nothing.
No traffic.
No jets.
No helicopters.
Just air… and silence.

And even in that silence —
you still can’t fly unless you have the “right” piece of paper.

UL115 lets you fly without a license, as long as you know the aviation law.
But only in some countries.
In others — absolutely not.

It’s the same story as riding a moped on an ID card.
Some countries allow it.
Some don’t.
And an ID card doesn’t prove you know the traffic rules.

So here’s the question many pilots think about, but few say out loud:

**If I can ride a moped on an ID…
why can’t I fly in empty airspace on an ID?**

This isn’t about chaos.
This isn’t about ignoring safety.
This isn’t about rejecting rules.

It’s about something deeper:

there are places where you endanger no one,

there are machines that can’t hurt anyone except the pilot,

there are people who can fly better than licensed pilots,

and there are countries that trust their citizens more than their documents.

And that leads to a question that’s more philosophical than technical:

**Is freedom something we’re given by the state…
or something we naturally have — and the state only limits it?**

Because if I can:

ride a moped with no exam,

drive a boat with no license,

climb a mountain with no guide,

jump from a plane as a tandem with no training…

…then why can’t I fly a simple aircraft in empty airspace, risking only my own life?

This isn’t a manifesto.
This isn’t rebellion.
This isn’t anger.

It’s just a question that keeps returning to the minds of people who love the sky:

**Is it really about safety…
or did someone, somewhere decide that freedom should be rationed?**