When I was a young girl – maybe 6 or 7 – my absolutely most treasured possession was the Evel Knievel Doll & Stunt Cycle Santa miraculously (I say miraculously because, well, my parents weren’t exactly 
thrilled that I wasn’t interested in what they considered “girl” toys.) placed under our Christmas tree. I painstakingly added the patriotic star stickers to his motorcycle, revved his stunt cycle up using the crank attached to the bright red ramp and watched him race down the driveway – ultimately crashing, landing in a heap – much like the real daredevil himself. It was actually amazing how fast he flew. I jumped him off cars, tabletops, the front porch – anything that seemed brave and daring.
I also coveted the Rocket Sky Cycle and the Scramble Van. Unfortunately, the next year, my parents opted for the gigantic Barbie head that would officially send you on the path to Cosmetology School (not that there is anything wrong with that, mind you) – you could try your hand at a French Twist, or apply fire engine red lipstick. I opted to stick a straight pin in each of her ear lobes. Beautiful earrings, straight pins make.
I wish I knew what happened to him. I really do. Oh, you can get a reissue – but, really, I want my Evel.
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I also had the Evel doll. I much preferred, though, my Mego Wonder Woman.
Wish you could see the picture I had here – I have to find it again. I wanted Wonder Woman. My parents were torn, I suppose. An obvious lesbo toy – or a boy toy that passed as a tomboy toy.
I personally love vintage toys. It’s fun finding the toys you had as a kid, or the ones you always wanted.