…exactly when I got this Hot Wheels car. Birthday? Christmas? Just picked up by my parents at KMart (when that was the biggest store in Alamosa)?
It’s been with me most of my life. I don’t remember actually playing with it though… who remembers exact scenarios played out with toy cars? It probably won a few drag races, cruised the strip, parked by a hastily put together Lego house… I remember going to one kid’s house a few blocks away; there were three of us and we’d build roads and towns in his dirt back yard: lots of “driving” the cars around, races, all while imaging what it would be like to grow up to have a Porsche 911, a hot rod, a 4×4… all in one garage.
Yup, always a gearhead.
I also had to do body work on it. It has a small plastic hood scoop that has fallen through the hole on the hood; it’s still in there. It would fall into the body of the car often and I would shake, rattle, and grab it with a pencil tip or with tweezers to get it back on to the hood. My uncle Paul would help me glue it into place… we used model glue, Super Glue, clear nail polish… anything to make it stick. And it would just fall back in.
The paint would wear off too. I don’t even remember what color it was originally. Uncle Paul would help me paint it, usually with model paint– I think a few times we used nail polish. I remember it being a deep green, candy apple red, and the last coat was copper. It was the late ’70s, early ’80s, so the colors always had a heavy metallic flake. Most of the time they wouldn’t dry properly and the coupe was always sticky. Well, until the last paint job wore off and it faded into this scoopless primer gray hot rod.
My oldest daughter is a natural gearhead too. She slept with piles of cars under her pillow and loved nothing more than playing cars. We’d get out all the cars (even the old coupe) and build a town on the living room floor… And with her, the cars had to have names, get married (a ’32 Ford coupe married to a Toyota Celica Pike’s Peak race car? What?), have kids… Yeah, playing cars with her wasn’t like playing with my friends in the dirt.
Most of my cars survived it all– even “family life” with my daughter. And the coupe managed to stay with me… to this day.