When I was a kid one of the few toy items that I had in regular supply were toy cars–primarily of the Hotwheels and Matchbox variety. As it turns out, these little items made a big impression on me.
For instance, I can still recall, all these years later, my favorite car when I was 8 years old. It was this model:
The Hi Trailer, from Matchbox series nr. 56 in 1974, a fancified version of a formula-one car. We–my brothers and I–called it the “Sidewinder” for some reason. We liked it because it was, hands down, the fastest single car we ever owned, almost never defeated on the race tracks we lined up out in the patio. This had something to do with its particular balance of weight, plus the fact that it had Matchbox wheels, making it far superior to any Hotwheels car (which tended to favor style over function).
This experience, of course, is not so unusual. Lots of kids, in my era and afterward, have become hooked on these tiny, shiny replicas–of both real and fantastical automobiles. I’m sure other people–of more academic-minded bent–have written something about how this childhood car fetishization has helped feed the ongoing cultural dominance of the automobile–from Speed Racer and Beach Boys songs in my childhood, to Pimp My Ride and The Fast and The Furious of today. Whatever the case, these toys are remarkably evocative objects to many kids, and perhaps for this reason they are remarkably enduring toys.
Two aspects of my childhood car fetish, it should be noted, are unusual. First, while this fetish vanished when I reached that dreaded age when all things childish and uncool must be put aside, it never really went away and remained latent until just a few years ago–when I inexplicably began collecting toy cars to fill my cubicle space at work.
And second, perhaps more unusual still, this fascination with the toy cars is connected to the creative impulses that became my practice of art. I’ll write more about this in a later post.