In 2003, I was watching the Second Gulf War on TV, freezing in a townhouse in London, sick of eating the same spaghetti bolognese. They were using drones — like they had in the first Gulf War — and somewhere in that cold, tired moment, I had a thought that felt almost stupid: imagine if a drone could deliver a pizza.
I couldn’t shake it. Not the pizza — the idea underneath it. That robotics were about to be everywhere, and almost nobody around me believed it yet.
So I started building. A VTOL drone with a fixed wing and ducted fans in the wings — something that didn’t really exist as a category yet, because nothing in 2003 was built for consumer drones. Every part of it was a fight. I’d spend $4,000 and four weeks building something, and lose it in an hour of testing. In Portugal, mid-flight, the GPS reset and the drone dived straight into the ground as hard as it could go, trying to get back to where it thought it was supposed to be.
Eight years. About $100,000. I came close to quitting most days.
Today, anyone can buy a drone for $50. I saw it coming a decade before almost anyone else did, and I put real money and years into making it real.