
Forget all that, the very best opening sequence was undoubtedly Street Hawk. Disregarding everything in the proper show - a boring tale of some rubbish cop, and his nerdo G-man mate - instead focus on the opening gambit as text: you've got a slow ponderous robot suiting up in jet black blank-man leathers, pacing around an enormous vacant machine hub. You've got the techno-bike, lifeless until the robot-man sits on it - they seem to be two halves of one symbiotic shitkicker whole. This sequence scored by the bikes' low mechanical growls as interpreted by Tangerine Dream's German electronica.
As a child I was probably dimly aware that it wasn't two robots; one shaped like a man, the other a bike, in Street Hawk. People were definitely in the show. There was a human character associated with riding Street Hawk. As soon as he suited up though, he was a robot. No question. Being generous with my fledgling self, I could point out there's no chance the lead actor could be performing the daredevil stunts, hence the disconnect. It's an 'other' does the riding, some faceless stunt worker.
Nah. It was a robot.
Two robots, working in high speed unison, jumping out of abandoned fairgrounds, racing around like liquid data in a child's brain.
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