Even as a kid, I liked Z’s

When we were kids, we had the pleasure of playing with my dad’s slot cars. When he was young, they raced both large and small versions. I remember my dad telling us stories about racing those cars and about a red metal suitcase that stored them.
Since we had plenty of small track around, we’d lay out, and race those little cars around and around – getting really good at knowing when to temper that trigger around a corner and just letting it rip across the straightaway!

Of course, my brother and I would always choose our favorites. Mine was always this orange one…and if you asked me yesterday, I’d recall it as perhaps a Porsche 944 of sorts.

Well in the midst of my brother cleaning out the basement, tossing toys of yore, he found dad’s slot cars, and that orange one I favored so much…

Yep. It was a Datsun 240Z. Hot dang.

I guess it was such an awesome car back then, it just captured me and it’s stuck all these years. Thankfully, my brother kept the car, and dad gave it to me.  I’m just thankful my dad was able to expose us to all these cool things like slot cars. Mmm I wonder if my son Emerson would like to play slot cars someday…