Imagine it’s Christmas and you got ALMOST everything you wanted but, that one thing. Those Matchbox Thunder Jets you really wanted. You never got ‘em. Now imagine it’s 47 years later and you are refurbing your parent’s bathroom and when you open the wall there is an unopen present with your name and it’s not just any Jets. Not the New York Jets or Joan Jett it is The Thunder Jets that you always wanted!!! Santa, didn’t forget you. His memory just sucks.