My inbox for the last decade:
âYou should RC everything!â
âalso my inbox when I RC everythingâ
âWow, so lazy. Why donât you just do the work yourself?â
Somewhere out there, two people are arguing about this post right now.
Meanwhile, Iâm over here⌠mowing the lawn⌠with a remote control⌠smiling like a Boss. đ
Hereâs my Mowrator. Itâs cool. Designed by engineers who used to work with DJI (the Drone Manufacturer) - you can defiantly see the similarities.
Is there an Advantage over the Robot mowers I have, like Yarbo?
Mowrator S1 â Remote-control, all-wheel-drive, and built tough. Handles steep slopes (up to 40 degrees), thick grass, roots, and rough terrain without trouble. I get full hands-on control, and itâs not just a mower â it can plow snow, mulch leaves, and tow loads. Uses a full 21-inch mower blade, so the cut is more like a traditional push mower. Costs less than a Yarbo, but you have to be there to run it â which is half the fun.
Yarbo â Fully autonomous, GPS-guided, and happy to mow without you touching it. Can cover large lawns (up to 6 acres) and avoids obstacles on its own. Just like the Mowrator, it can snow blow, tow, and mulch leaves. Instead of a single 21-inch blade, Yarbo uses two spinning disks with smaller cutting blades. More expensive, but ideal if you want to set it and forget it.
Verdict:
If you want hands-on control, traditional cutting power, and year-round versatility, Mowrator is hard to beat.
If you want a self-driving mower with modular capability for large, flat areas, Yarbo might be the one.
Either way, they both make pushing a mower feel like something from another lifetime.
Youâre welcome.
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WE did it. Together.
Today, RCSparks Studio crossed 2 billion views on YouTubeâand my heart is overflowing with gratitude.
This isnât just a number on a screen.
This is the result of years of dedication, connection, passion, and unwavering support from a community that refused to give up on meâeven when things got tough. This is our victory.
There were times I was accused of buying views. Rumors spread. People doubted. It stung. But through it all, those of you who knew meâwho stuck by me, who encouraged me, who believed in what we were buildingâyou held me up. You reminded me that truth, hard work, and honesty always win out in the end.
Weâve laughed together.
Weâve cried together.
Weâve broken RC parts, shared ideas, built wild projects, and filmed the chaos.
And todayâwe reached two billion views. Not with gimmicks. Not with hype. But with real connection, real community, and real love for this hobby.
You didnât just âwatch my channel.â
You helped build one of the most vibrant RC communities on the planet.
You are the spark that keeps this fire burning.
So thank youâfor every comment, every share, every like, every time you showed up. Thank you for caring. Thank you for standing with me. And thank you for proving that when people come together with passion and purposeâincredible things happen.
Hereâs to the next chapterâwhatever it may look like.
We built this. We earned this.
And weâre just getting started. đ
â Aaron
#RCSparks #2BillionViews #Gratitude #BuiltTogether #RCFamily #RCCommunity #HobbyWithHeart
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đ¨ ATTENTION RC BUILDERS & CREATORS! đ¨
Want extra exposure for your YouTube channel or RC projects?
đĽ YouTube has rolled out a NEW Community feature on my RCSparks Studio channel â and itâs LIVE right now in beta! That means YOU can share your RC creations directly in the Posts section of MY channel, and thousands of viewers will see it.
đ§ Trucks, tanks, crawlers, boats â whatever youâve got, let the world see it.
â
REQUIREMENTS:
⢠Be subscribed to RCSparks Studio for at least 24 hours
⢠Use the YouTube MOBILE APP ONLY
⢠Go to the âPostsâ tab on my channel
⢠Tap âCreateâ and share your photos, videos, or a link to your channel
⢠Add a quick description and hit POST!
đŹ Tons of people are already getting likes, views, and subscribers from posting â donât miss out on this while itâs hot! đĽ
Let me help promote your amazing work.
See you in the feed!
â Aaron (RCSparks)
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See this smug face, its a face of a warrior who has come through battles and has things to teach.
You might think Iâve recently been attacked for my RC work. And yeah, thatâs trueâit's been happening for 17 years. But let me tell you what Iâve learned, and how I stopped giving a damn about peopleâs empty noise. It helped make me healthy!
To Every Creator, Builder, and Artist Out There:
You donât owe anyone perfection. We are modellers and builders. We are artists. We are CREATORS. This means taking risks and trying new things.
You donât need to meet the expectations of people who havenât even bothered to lift a finger. Screw âem. They havent done anything notable in your area to even have an opinion.
Youâre free to build the way you want. To experiment, even if it means failing. To create art thatâs YOURSânobody elseâs.
Thatâs the whole point of this hobby. Thatâs how new ideas get born.
People who don't get it? Theyâre irrelevant. Donât let their useless opinions mess with your vision.
Take it from someone whoâs BEEN through it:
For over a decade, I sat at the top of the RC game on YouTube.
Not by luck. Not by hype. But by grinding, creating, failing, building â and showing up when no one else would.
I Was the King. Yeah, I said it.
I helped shape the space so many creators now thrive in.
And Iâm proud of that.
Do I still chase the crown? No.
Because real kings donât need to..
Iâm still here.
Still building. Still loving this hobby.
And watching the next generation do their thing â with a quiet smile and mud on my boots. Its their time now.
To the ones who came after: Go hard. Break rules. Make it your own. Stand proud and dont let the others try to bring you down. You are DOING something, when they are simply observing YOU!
To the haters:
Being first, best, and bold always makes people uncomfortable.
I can live with that.
â Aaron Bidochka | RCSparks
The Original. Still Standing.
#RCBuilder #OGStatus #KingOfTheTrail #RespectTheRoots #RCSparksLegacy #Truth #RCSparks #RCHobby #InItForLife
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Has the RC Hobby Changed Your Life?
Tell me how.
For me, it started as a hobby⌠and turned into a life.
Iâm a kid of the late â70s, raised in the golden glow of the â80s. Back then, Transformers sparked our imaginations. Tonka trucks were portals to adventures. We didnât just playâwe built entire worlds.
Now look at us. The things we once dreamed about are real. Machines we can build, drive, break, and rebuild. Weâve gone from pushing toy trucks in dirt to building scale beasts that crawl, drift, jump, tow, and exploreâall with our own hands.
The RC hobby gave me purpose. It gave me community. It taught me patience, mechanics, wiring, fabrication⌠even business. It helped me discover who I am. And along the way, it connected me with some of the best people Iâve ever known.
So I want to hear from YOU.
Has RC influenced your life? Changed your mindset? Helped you bond with a kid, a parent, or yourself?
Drop your story below. Iâll be reading every one.
Letâs show the world what this hobby is really about. đŹđ
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WHY SHOULD I GET INVOLVED IN a Hobby of âToysâ? Well anything that you play with, is a toy.. no matter the size - but when referring to Radio Control (RC), let me inspire you.
âTheyâ said RC was just a toy. Now, because of those âtoysâ ..I can now confidently run full-size equipment, understand mechanics, use these skills to maintain equipment, farm 188 acres, and manage a forest â ALL because of what I learned in this hobby.
Letâs clear something up right away:
No, I havenât stopped doing RC. Not even close.
Iâm still in the thick of it â building rigs, pushing limits, filming chaos. But after 17 years of living and breathing RC, I want to tell you what itâs really done for me.
RC taught me how to build a life.
It taught me how to think like a mechanic, a problem-solver, and an operator.
I didnât grow up with a dad who handed me tools and taught me how engines or gearboxes worked.
For a long time, I felt like a bit of a fraud around guys who did.
But RC changed that. Or maybe better said â it forced me to change.
Over the years, I had to figure it out.
How does a transmission actually transfer power?
What does a differential do, and why does it matter?
How do hydraulic systems move weight?
How does wiring work? What causes a short?
Why does one small change to geometry ruin your suspension setup?
RC made me face all those questions â and find the answers, because no one else was going to fix it for me.
Those skills started at 1/10 scale, but now I use them on real machines:
John Deere 5115R tractor for land work and mowing
CAT skid steer with tracks and grapple for hauling and clearing
Kubota mini excavator for trenching and stump pulling
Dump trailer for moving logs, dirt, gravel â you name it
The list goes on..
I maintain this equipment myself. I troubleshoot electrical. I fix blown hoses and bad connections.
All of that started with RC.
Even the games â like Loading Kings â helped. Backing up a trailer in the woods? I practiced that virtually before I ever did it for real. RC didnât just teach me how to drive â it taught me spatial awareness, situational safety, control under pressure, and how to think ahead.
These days, I live and work on a 188-acre property in Nova Scotia.
We raise goats and chickens, grow blueberries, corn, and sunflowers, and manage 140 acres of forest.
RC gave me the confidence and skill to step into this life, even when I had no idea what I was doing at the start.
And the best part? Itâs never been just about trucks.
This hobby gave me a community.
It gave me purpose.
It gave me an education I couldnât buy â and a family I never expected.
If youâre someone whoâs ever been told that RC is âjust toysââŚ
Tell them it teaches engineering.
Tell them it teaches physics, logistics, electronics, mechanical theory.
Tell them it gives people like me a second chance to become the kind of man I didnât know I could be.
RC is more than a hobby for some of us.
Itâs a lifestyle.
Itâs a legacy.
And itâs one hell of a teacher.
Thanks for being on this journey with me.
Iâm not slowing down. Iâm just building even bigger.
â Aaron Bidochka
RCSparks Studio
RC for Life
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đ¨ NEW EXPERIMENTAL MOBILE-ONLY FEATURE on My YouTube Channel - FOR YOU! đ¨
While I was remounting a track on my 1/2 scale excavator (as one does), I discovered that I now have access to a brand-new experimental feature from YouTube!
đ Subscribers whoâve been around for more than 1 day can now post directly on my channel! Yep â you can now share your RC builds, photos, videos, or stories right on the âPostsâ section of my channel for everyone to see!
đ ď¸ Got something cool you want to show me?
đ¸ Want feedback on your rig?
đ Just want to be part of the community?
Hereâs how:
1) Make sure you have been subscribed for longer than 1 day. (Its free to Subscribe)
2) On your mobile phone - Go to my YouTube channel. (youtube.com/@TheRealRCSparks)
3) Click on the âPostsâ tab.
4) See a "CREATE" button - Click it - and drop your content right there!
I'll be checking and replying to the ones that catch my eye. Letâs build something awesome together.
RC in the morninâ, RC in the eveninâ â letâs GO!
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đĽ What 17 Years on YouTube Taught Me About Burning Out, Letting Go & Living Again
I know this is YouTube, and its for film. If this post is not for you, thank you for your patience by scrolling by. This is the story Iâve never fully toldânot until now. It's taken me 4.5 years to understand everything.. and heal enough to be here today to express my gratitude for life and personal growth as a human being.
This is hard to write, and its a long read - but I believe it needs to be said. For those who have been quietly wondering "what happened" all those years ago... or for those who are walking their own version of this story in silence... this is for you.
đĽ Burning Down the Old Life đĽ
Some stories donât start with a clean break.
They start with erosionâslow, quiet, steady. And then, one day, the foundation just gives way.
By the time I realized my life was on fire, it had already been burning for years.
For nearly a decade, I tried to hold everything together. I wore the identity I had carefully constructedâcreator, builder, entertainer, providerâand tried to keep the pieces from slipping through my hands. All the while, my health was deteriorating, my extended family, and home family life unraveling due to my illness, and my spirit fading. There were signs, of course, but I had been trainedâby experience, by obligation, by survivalânot to stop. Not to question. Just to keep pushing forward.
Until pushing forward nearly killed me.
I walked away from everything I knewâmy family, my hometown, the identity I had carefully constructed over a decadeâand moved across the country. Not for some big reinvention. Not for drama. I left because I didnât see another way to survive.
People like to say âfamily is everything.â But when family is whatâs drowning you, sometimes you have to cut the rope before you go under for good.
I left behind a toxic family whose love always came with conditions, and a biological father who was more damaging absentness than presence. I left behind friends who used me, took from me, and ghosted me when I was no longer entertaining or profitable. I left behind every version of myself that had learned to smile through pain just to keep the peace. Yet I remain forever grateful to those who helped me move forward.
What most people didnât know was that I was also very sick.
For nearly 10 years, I had been battling an undiagnosed Candida infection that wreaked havoc on my body. My gut was wrecked. My joints were inflamed. I was on canes, barely functioning. Ill get into this more in a moment.
What followed wasnât a grand gesture or a final strawâit was a quiet decision, born out of exhaustion and clarity: this cannot be my life anymore.
Walking away wasnât just about choosing a new place. It meant choosing a new existenceâone that hadnât been scripted for me, one that didnât revolve around obligation, performance, or pain. It meant choosing health over hustle, peace over perfection, honesty over approval. And I wasnât alone in that choice.
My partner Jem had long carried a dream of moving to the beautiful and lush East coast of Canada. Jem was by my side the entire time, battling and witnessing me deteriorate for years. All through it - she was my rock, and my cheerleader. She nursed me back to health, learning to care for someone that was "chronically ill" with gut issues. When COVID hit.. we were expected to continue producing.. and yet a new life, a new chance to survive called out. She saw me push through productions barely able to walk, brain fog from toxins making me absent minded and aggressive in emotional behaviour at 42 years old.
The "mystery illness" was slowly eroding everything we built.. and it was affecting me in negative ways. So was the medication. We had to make a difficult choice. Her dream became our anchor. Together, we packed up what we hadâour son Maurice, our two dogs, and whatever pieces of ourselves hadnât been brokenâand pointed our vehicles toward a place we had never been. No guarantees. No plan B. Just a shared truth: we could no longer survive where we were.
And so, we didnât look back.
The land we found wasnât easy, but it was real. It gave us space to breathe, to grieve, to rebuild. It gave us silenceâthe kind that doesnât ask anything from you, but gently offers you a place to heal. For the first time in a long time, there was no one to perform for, no mask to wear, no urgency beyond putting down roots and learning how to be human again.
Thatâs the poetic version. The honest one is harder.
My health had collapsed. I was on immunosuppressants, treating what had been wrongly diagnosed as Crohnâs disease. I injected myself weekly. I was exhausted, unable to sleep, frequently dehydrated, losing nutrients, losing strength. I was told, over and over, that it was âin my head.â That stress was the problem. That anxiety explained everything.
But they were wrong.
What I actually had was systemic Candidaâa fungal overgrowth that destroyed my gut, wrecked my digestion, caused joint inflammation, brain fog, emotional instability, and extreme food sensitivities. It mimics IBS. It mimics autoimmune disorders. It mimics depression. But itâs rarely diagnosed, because it doesnât present cleanly. It doesnât play by the rules doctors are taught to recognize.
Through meticulous self-tracking, late-night research, and sheer desperation, I figured it out. I askedâinsistedâfor Fluconazole. And within a week, the storm calmed.
But the long-term effects remained. My body had changed. My relationship with food had changed. I could no longer tolerate dairy, nightshades, and much of what used to be comforting. Even red meat was hit or miss. The ground rules for my survival had shifted. The only way forward was to build a life around these truths, not in spite of them.
Which brings me to what many of you have quietly wondered:
Why did I stop YouTube GOLD?
Why did Loading Kings disappear?
The answer is simple, but not easy: because I had to.
Because my health demanded it. Because my family needed me present, not just productive. Because the version of me who could carry that kind of creative and physical output was goneâand chasing him wouldâve killed the version of me that remains.
The RC world gave me purpose during the darkest chapters of my life. It was never fake. It was never a gimmick. But it became a crutch. A persona. A place to hide when everything else was too painful. And eventually, even that started to break under the weight of everything I hadnât faced.
What followed wasnât reinvention. It was excavation.
The man I am today is quieter. More careful. But more honest. More rooted. He doesnât live for the next upload. He lives for the sunrise. For the sound of wind through trees. For the small, steady presence of family, animals, and time.
Healing isnât glamorous. It doesnât trend. It doesnât look like success. It often looks like stillness. Like unlearning. Like starting over, again and again.
Not everyone understood the decisions I made.
To some, it probably looked abrupt. Selfish, even. Walking away from the life I had built. Stepping back from a channel that had brought so many people joy. Saying no to projects, partnerships, expectations.
But the truth is simple: I wanted to live.
After everythingâafter the misdiagnosis, the endless hospital visits, the near-starvation, the pain that stole yearsâI came face-to-face with a reality I hadnât fully accepted until then: my time isnât infinite.
The brush with death changed me. It aged me. Not in bitternessâbut in urgency. Suddenly, the ticking clock wasnât some distant abstraction. It was right there in the room with me.
Some people may never understand that kind of drive. And honestly? Iâm grateful for them. I wouldnât wish that clarity on anyone. If youâve never had to fight for your own existence, you might not understand why someone would burn down the familiar to chase peace.
But I had to. I needed to stretch my wings in every wayâmentally, creatively, spiritually, physically. I needed to feel the ground beneath my feet and the sky above me and know I had chosen my life, not inherited it by default.
Even some friendships I thought would last forever faded when I felt I was no longer useful or entertaining. When I stopped performing, some stopped showing up, and I let them go.
Still, I want to be clear about this: Iâm grateful.
Truly.
To everyoneâfamily, friends, collaboratorsâwho helped shape this journey⌠who stood with me during the chaos, who helped create moments that reached billions around the world⌠thank you. If it werenât for those people, I couldnât have done what I did. I hope they know that, even if weâve parted ways. Their part in this story mattered.
At 15 years old, I was living on the street.
No direction. No guidance. No clear sense that life would ever be anything other than survival.
Now, at 48, Iâm living in the woods with my familyâby choice, on a beautiful farm of 188 acres - where we invested the money made from the passion of filming RC's. No scandle no weird behaviour.. just building a new family with larger toys. Bigger machines. Wilder land. A calm digestive system and peace in my heart.
I've become a woodsman, in the truest sense.
Felling trees. Carving trails. Running equipment. Raising animals. Building a life that makes sense to me, not to the algorithm.
I still build. Still create. But now itâs on my own terms. Not for entertainmentâbut for legacy.
This is adulthood I couldnât even imagine back when I was that kid just trying to stay alive.
This isnât the life I was given.
Itâs the life I claimed.
If youâre in a place where everything feels like itâs burning down, I wonât offer platitudes.
But I will say this:
Sometimes fire isnât destruction.
Sometimes itâs revelation.
If you're letting go of things you once loved to make space for something quieter, truer, harderâŚ
I see you.
You're not alone.
âAaron
aka RCSparks Studio
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Just a short commemoration TODAY- 2,000 videos and the RCSPARK burns brightly!
I started this journey with a point and shoot mini-cd-disc camcorder, a remote, and a love for RC.
What I never expected was how deeply it would change my life.
Through the mud, the builds, the laughs, the chaosâand the quiet moments tooâthis has become more than a channel. Itâs a community.
Iâve filmed in Hong Kong, Mexico, California, across Canada⌠but the real adventure has been connecting with you. At points I needed to take creative breaks, but only to come back with new ideas and fresh ways for people to discover a great hobby and unique ways these wonderful machines can be used.
To the RC world, to the YouTube community, to every single person whoâs ever watched, commented, shared, or built something because they were inspiredâ
Thank you.
I am truly honored to still be here, still rolling, and still creating. My passion for mini trucks, boats, and all things RC keep my brain tickled with laughter and delight.. and I hope my films continue to bring you the same joy and smiles that I get in making these films
TEAM RCSparks!
#RCSparks #2000Videos #Grateful #OGRC #RCCommunity #StillRolling
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To the people who comment, 'Your RC looks stupid' â This post isnât for you.
Itâs for the builders, modders, makers, and dreamers who take parts, passion, and imagination⌠and create something real â whether itâs scale, wild, weird, or just straight-up wonderful.
RC is art. Itâs problem-solving. Itâs therapy. Itâs engineering.
Sometimes itâs held together with zip ties and hope â and it STILL works better than a narrow opinion.
If youâre the kind of person who scrolls by and drops a đŠ comment because you didnât understand it... maybe itâs not the rig thatâs limited.
To the rest of you out there building with heart â KEEP GOING.
Push boundaries. Chop the bodies. Stretch the wheelbase. Innovate where no kit ever dared.
Because this is the frontier.
And the critics? Theyâre still stuck at the gate. Push your imagination to ALL Limits.. this is where the true creativity. is found.. in the crazy!
#RCRespect #SupportYourBuilders #ScaleSquad #InnovationOverIgnorance #RCFabricator #BuildNotBuy #RCCommunity #NoGatekeepers
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Back in the early days of YouTube, before RC had a real home here, I hit record â and RCSparks Studio was born. There were hobbyists, sure, but no one was showing the scale, the grit, and the storytelling that would go on to inspire thousands of RC channels around the world. We didnât just join the scene â we started it.
Over 17 years later, billions of views, and countless adventures, RCSparks has become more than a channel â itâs the original RC community hub on YouTube. From massive hydraulic RC builds to wild mud runs, from miniature construction sites to heavy equipment in the backwoods, weâve kept pushing the limits of whatâs possible in this hobby.
If youâve been with us from the start you already know the ride weâve been on. If youâre new here â welcome to where it all began. I'm still creating, still innovating, and still having as much fun as the very first day. Whether youâre here for inspiration, entertainment, or just to see big toys move dirt, youâve found the place.