The ad below represents the first time I ever heard the word “hydrofoil.” I was ten. To my mind at the time, the evidence was in. This was a word I’d obviously need to master for future grown-up conversations.
One of the great disappointments of adult life is that I’ve never once yet had the chance to compliment someone on their lovely hydrofoil.
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2 Comments
The hydrofoil was one of my all-time favorite GI Joe toys. I was always Cobra while my brother was Joe and this was a significant upgrade to my arsenal when I got it. Much cooler than the Trouble Bubble.
My former-war-protester parents banned G.I Joe from the house, and my Quaker school frowned on it too, which made me want this stuff all the more. I managed to score a handful of lesser figures from friends who took pity, but they had to ride around in Star Wars vehicles like everybody else.