I always thought the Mach 5 was sexy, and I had a crush on Speed Racer when I was a little girl.
This reminds me….
I joined a friend in taking a long series of busses over the course of eight hours in August of 1992, so she could visit the famous, [now sadly late & much lamented] blasted-heath-edge-of-Hollywood Eddie Brandt’s Saturday Matinee what rented obscure videos.
I’m not kidding about the blasted heath bit: beyond the piles of junk/parking lot behind the building loomed desert and a junkyard. Both encroached on the store: tiny piles of sand on the floor rose like little tornadoes in the hot puffs of air which passed as breezes, it was at least 95°F inside, and a fine sandy dust lay on almost everything. Crumpled bits of paper and other small trash hung out in sandy, dusty corners and other places where the ‘breezes’ had deposited them, echoing the outdoor junk piles and junkyard.
They had every weird movie you can think of - not just Yankistani ones - and so many more that you can’t.
Our route took us through the LA Zoo, which I found curious and delightful. The bus even stopped to pick up a passenger in the zoo, a zoo employee. He sat near and chatted with the driver during his brief ride, which happily gave me the chance to stare at him Parisienne-stylée.
The zoo employee looked exactly like Speed Racer. My friend was as shocked by the resemblance as I when I pointed him out.
He had nice legs, and twinkly eyes.
I never saw him smile though, not once.
