As a child of the early seventies, I grew up in a time between the scams on the Interwebs and scams on the backs of comic books. My parents were fairly savvy when it came to this kind of stuff, but on this one point they were dead wrong: the Polaris Sub, once available for a mere $6.98, kicked major ass. Look at this kid. Happy, submarining, just waiting for dirty commies to roll up on him. Sometimes stuff you read in magazines is true.
Photo of comic book Polaris submarine [BoingBoing]
See–
THAT was livin’ when we where kids… nothing but blue sky as far as the eye could see, a rusty 55 gallon drum in the back yard with your (which imagination could make into ANYTHING, and you know there were more than one)… I bet he grew up in Florida or Texas. Just has that look.
It was a good way to go.
Oh yea! I had one of these. It was made out of cardboard. It was awesome, and lasted a pretty long while.
Dang! I wish I would of skipped a few trips to the candy counter and instead saved for this sub. I was expecting something much worse. After getting burned by the Sea Monkeys, the X-ray Specs, and the 7 foot Frankenstien I was not ready to spend six month allowance on a card board box with a picture of a sub on it which is what I thought it would be.