When I was a wee lad, there really weren’t any arcades nearby, and in my mind pinball was primarily something you played at the boardwalk arcades in Ocean City, MD or Virginia Beach.
I remember vividly gazing down the line of machines in Flipper McCoy’s arcade, trying to figure out which one held the most promise! I settle on the most cool looking one in the row, a brand new PinBot. When that visor opened up, my mind was fully blown.
Then I went to the second floor of the arcade and Grand Lizard blew my mind some more.
That day I became a pinball person.
In the early 90s it floored me that all these themes were being released which seemed aimed directly at my tastes and interests - a game that combined monster movies AND drive in movie theaters? TWO different Star Trek games? A Twilight Zone machine?! WOW.
I used to save all the quarters I found until I had a nice little jar full of them, then blow it all playing pins with my brother.
It wasn’t until around 2009 when I “remembered” pinball. The idea of owning one and being able to take care of it seemed way too daunting even then. But, eventually I got hold of a PinBot, and now I restore games regularly. I do high end cabinetry part time, but it’s gotten kind of stale after 12 years. Pinball has been a wonderful companion and outlet for my fussy, OCD work habits!