My love of small toy cars that did improbable things wasn’t limited to Micro Machines. After all, what are video games and reading and movies if not a base form of wish fulfillment?īack on subject, for a time. I know, we’ve already talked about expectations versus what’s real in this post, but this is a somewhat different thing, and maybe more concerning.
It was cooler and capable of flight because I wanted it to be.
It didn’t look a lot cooler than a few other toy cars that I had. It wasn’t a faster car than the others, at least not in the tests we gave it. The problem with the car “flying” was that it was a dumb idea. This was probably because it kind of looked like wings and because the Micro Machine white and orange van-thing had a number of places that looked like they would be really sweet for a car to fly off of. This was the rule: white car could fly when its doors were open. Why was that one the coolest? Well, besides the fact that it was a convertible, the doors were on tiny hinges, allowing me to open them up. Of the cars that it came with, none were cooler than the white convertible. I took it in to kindergarten for show-and-tell, once, and everyone was super-jealous. It also came with a number of Micro Machines (which were, by the way, the absolute coolest) and we played with it all the time. It was this huge orange and white van and it unfolded into a beautiful cityscape, covered in plastic buildings and rivers and mountains and, of course, streets. When I was six I got a gigantic Micro Machines thing for Christmas.
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