I had completely and utterly forgotten about Dino Riders, a brief late-80s cartoon/toy line, until today. Someone posted the image above for no real reason other than to remind others of the innocent, simplistic awesomeness of the now-forgotten Saturday morning cartoon blitz; when media moguls were trying desperately and seemingly at random to find a new combination that would hold the attention of children wired on Chocolate Frosted Sugar Bombs for half an hour. Children who would then turn that glazed frenzy on their parents to insist they own cheap plastic replicas of these outlandish warring forces so they could spend the rest of their waking hours living out that fantasy world, staging battles of their own in the dense jungle of their back yards with all the intricacy of unruly games of chess with the added benefits of projectile weapons and karate-chop action. Battles that would wage for hours on end, that would put aggressive campaigns of Risk to shame, interrupted only by failing light or dinnertime, or the next episode on TV that would further fuel the private wars of good vs. evil in every 10-year-old’s bedroom.
This, truly, was the golden age of children’s television.