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Motorcycle Tires R Us

I still laugh when I look at this ad. Maybe because it’s exactly the kind of thing I would have been drawn to as a kid. Just keep feeding the nickels in and scrunching up your face like you’re going 200 mph with a mean pack of alien bad guy monsters hot on your trail.

Then the ride stops, you’re out of nickels, and you realize you’ve been making motorcycle sounds with your lips. The produce guy is watching from over by the melons. You see the concern on his face. Oops.

I love it when you can tap into emotions and memories that take the viewer back to some distant place in the past. Especially when it’s a happy place.

 

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