Thanks to the inablility of CKLW to keep signals from leaking across the Detroit River into the U.S., I was TOTALLY OBSESSED with Supercar.
The following year, I was TOTALLY OBSESSED with Fireball XL5, as it aired on NBC Saturday mornings.
Because in 1962, 1963, or 1964, where else could a kid see cool spaceships and cool VTOLs on television? Science fiction was thin on the ground. I loved machines and wanted to learn everything about science and engineering. In these shows, the camera worshipped the machines. Viewers learned every detail of Supercar's startup procedure. I ate this up.
Stingray was fun to watch, but not as obsession-making.
I learned of the existence of Thunderbirds, Captain Scarlet, Joe 90, et al, but they were not aired in the cities where I lived. (Decades later, I watched some of them, out of respect for my inner 9-year-old, who would have found them awesome.)
When I met Gerry Anderson at long last, I was able to thank him for feeding the imagination of a young technophile.
Once again, Mr. Anderson, thanks for the adventure. Full Boost Vertical!