A Skeeter I once flew is at the museum at Weston. My then Boss was astounded when I related that I had flown it.
Many a time I had to use the wheels to get translational lift prior to getting airbourne. In the hover on a sunny day it was a test of flying skill to get from one side of a fence to the other. Knowledge of techniques I fear are now only fleetinfly practiced were daily bread and butter then. Oh! they were the days, Wooden blades and iron men. Today you have iron blades and wooden men. (both genders meant).