Slightly Misplaced Comic Book Heroes Case File #165: U.S. 1

I have been doing this feature for a while now, and there has been no end to the weird, bizarre, and often forgotten-for-good-reason superheroes out there.  But then I found out about U.S.1.

He was a long haul trucker who fought the forces of evil with a metal-plate in his head.  And his superhero name is also the name of an American interstate highway.

I am not making this up.

Yeah, here he is.

Ulysses Solomon Archer (yes, that is his name) was the son of truckers, and when his parents died in a trucking accident, he and his brother Jefferson were then raised by other truckers named Poppa Wheelie and Wide Load Annie.

I am not making this up.

So, Ulysses went off to college and came back to become a trucker.  He and his brother were doing a bit of that when the mysterious Highwayman struck.  Jefferson appeared to be dead while Ulysses was severely injured and that led to him getting an experimental metal plate put into his head.

I am not making this up.

A hero is born!

As it is, with his newfound ability to use that metal plate to overhear CB radios…

I am not making this up.

Anyway, he also used his engineering skills, learned in college, outfit his rig with all kinds of high tech weapons and then put a special remote control inside a silver dollar to control his truck.

I am not making this up.

Oh, he also always carries gum because the foil can, working with his metal plate, allow him to resist mind control, a trick he learned when he battled an enemy who was not the Highwayman.

Proof I am not making this up.

Oh yeah, the Highwayman turned out to be his brother Jefferson, and he might have been part demon or something.

I am not making this up.

At some point, U.S. 1 and his allies, who worked out of a truck stop, were pulled into space where he became a space trucker.

I am not making this up.

Marvel published the adventures of U.S. 1 for 12 issues starting in 1983.  Was there a trucker fad back then?  I am pretty sure it was a couple years too late for the CB radio fad.  There’s nothing really about the guy with a cybernetic skull that isn’t at least a little ridiculous, and I say that with the knowledge my paternal grandfather was a trucker before he retired.  I don’t think his health insurance offered cyberskulls in case of injury, and he was a Teamster.

Don’t mess with those guys.

Then again, maybe this was what Grandpop was like on the job…

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