img 3940 Slot Car Childhood

One of the things I enjoyed about going home for the holidays was my father’s collection of old slot cars. Growing up I never had a go-kart or raced an R/C car, so my first hands-on experience with motorsport (if you can call it that) was racing slot cars with my dad and my brothers. Sure there’s no steering involved, but that’s not to say there’s not some amount of basic skill involved. The older models can to be especially fun to powerslide around turns with their lack of track-hugging magnets. But besides learning when to squeeze the throttle and when not to, you’d also have to know how to maintain and upgrade the car. Just a few drops of oil on the tiny gears, followed by swapping out the axle for something with bigger wheels and tires, and you’re ready to take on your old man.

5 Responses to “Slot Car Childhood”

  1. Dad says:

    Great pictures and article, thanks Mark. This was the best Christmas present I received this year.
    Thanks,
    Love, Dad

  2. Zach Bowman says:

    Bad

    Ass.

  3. MeatFarley says:

    Smell that ozone.

    Do you have a higher resolution shot of the Chaparral? I’m due for new wallpaper.

  4. Jewel says:

    Brilliant! Encore! Encore!

  5. Tom A. says:

    No word in the English language can convey the degree of radness. Thank you so much, Mark (and Mark’s dad).

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