I had lots of Hot Wheels and Matchbox cars as a kid. My brother and I would spend hours and hours setting up tracks to race them and see how far we could get them to jump. We had so many of those little cars that they never felt precious or special. Crashing them was half the fun. Consequently, my Hot Wheels car collection is something that will not be handed down to my son. It would pretty much just be a box full of jagged metal and crumbling plastic.
Today’s Biff will sleep on the couch.