I wanted to step out of my comfort zone and try some new things as a photography, so I called on an old friend.
I knew I was getting Ultra Magnus before I opened a single package that birthday afternoon. I can’t remember how my brother stumbled across it, but he’d found first Metroplex and later Ultra Magnus in the storage cabinet under my dad’s workbench in the garage. The day before, my mom actually caught me looking. Karma bit back; Scamper, the little robot that came with Metroplex, broke that first day.
Somewhere along the way, Ultra Magnus lost his head. Well, one of them, anyway. I don’t know if it was a prank from one of the neighborhood kids that always joined in the battle between Autobots and Decepticons, a random accident, or the result of childhood curiosity. Either way, without the smaller, inner head, Magnus couldn’t put on the helmet that gave him the more familiar appearance from the comics and cartoon.
I don’t remember where the old Optimus Prime came into things, but I remember how beat up he was. Missing an arm, legs completely loose, and the plastic windows busted out. But he still had a head, and through the miracle of remolds, Magnus’s “inner” robot was the same as the original Autobot leader. A few turns of a screwdriver, and the City Commander rejoined the battle.
His trailer and other accessories were lost to a series of moves, and he’s certainly seen better days. But Ultra Magnus joined me on road trips through Texas and moves across state lines. He was there when friends moved away, and when my parents divorced. And even now, he’s a link back to my childhood and a love of giant robots that I have not, and probably never will, let go.
Maybe I should show the old guy more respect.