Hot Wheels Collectors Are Driving a Real Car Market of Their Own
For years, Hot Wheels collecting looked like a harmless aisle-side habit: a kid asking for one more $1.25 car while Dad quietly slipped a ’69 Camaro into the cart for “the boy.” Sure, Dad. We’ve all seen this movie. I still have the very first Hot Wheels car I ever owned: a 1967 Camaro my best friend gave me when I was five. At some point, I set it on a furnace and melted the wheels. All four had flat spots afterward, which would later turn out to be useful proof of ownership.





