Life imitates art

I've only just recently written and published The Lattice.  In the short story, the main character travels into space via a homemade spaceplane.  The craft was assembled by hand from parts made on 3D printers. 

Today, I happened to come across an article about a man doing something similar:

Hughes is a 61-year-old limo driver who’s spent the last few years building a steam-powered rocket out of salvage parts in his garage.

On the one hand, I think this is a terrible idea that is fraught with all sorts of danger, not to mention the various legal risks.  On the other hand, I'm a bit envious.  Good luck, Mr. Hughes.  :D