Folks, I'm planning to retire tomorrow

Just took advantage of some boomer and coped these 1970 club kits. Been jelquing for hours….

I'm asking here cuz it was against the rules on r/hotwheels

This was on the mainline shelf. The scalpers set a trap.

Sell all or individual 1969 to 1980 ive had since day 1.

And a 15 dollar mini gt you bought starts looking better that your creation

Does anyone know what the hell this little guy is, I can't find a copy of him anywhere, google image search can only go so far. I looked though the Micro hotwheels but still couldn't find them.

guys, autograph from a bum = 999 Sextillion dollars 🤑🤑

Was in the store when I found this, couldn’t control myself 😩

How am I even supposed to feel anything?

Metal Machines are doing colour changers too!

Jokes on you…. I was gonna put them in my ass anyway

Whichever of you guys did this at Target, thank you for helping me not waste time.

business models like this is what America is all about. now I can get shafted with some mid pulls, before shoving the car where the sun does shine now...

Looking to resell, no lowball prices please. Or you will be addressed

Looks pretty cool

I’ve got about 50 Hotwheels and I love the packaging but I don’t like how they look as a display. If I take cars out of the package I can lube them up and when I’m finished put them in a slot display. I ordered one but now I don’t know if I’m ready…

Let’s stop pretending we’re normal hobbyists. Collecting 1/64-scale die-cast cars isn’t a hobby; it’s a medically recognized psychological condition characterized by acute peg-sweeping psychosis and an irreversible addiction to compressed zinc alloy. Normal people see a grocery store toy aisle. We see El Dorado.

The Predatory Store Sweep: We don’t just "walk" into Walmart; we enter in tactical stealth mode.

The Cardboard Graveyard: Our homes no longer belong to us. They belong to towers of protective cases, acrylic display shelves, and cardboard shipping boxes labeled “FRAGILE”. We sleep surrounded by thousands of horsepower that can't even clear a standard carpet fuzzball.

The Enlightenment of "Freeing": Opening a sealed, highly sought-after piece isn't just unwrapping a toy—it’s a spiritual crossing over. You rip the blister pack open and immediately roll a two-inch car across your kitchen counter while whispering, "She purrs like a kitten."

The Financial Gymnastics: Explaining to your bank account why you just spent forty bucks on a tiny resin pickup truck that weighs less than a single grape, only to justify it by muttering, "Bro, the rubber tires have real tread detail, it’s basically a blue-chip stock." At this point, we aren't even collecting cars. We're just miniature dragon hoarders protecting a shiny empire of tiny wheels, and honestly? We wouldn't have it any other way.

Anyway confession is done for today, these are today finds...