Super Blitzen, 2011 HW Premiere
Megane Trophy, 2011 HW Premiere
71′ Dodge Challenger, 2011 HW Premiere
Bread Box, HW City Works
’69 Dodge Coronet Super Bee, Muscle Mania 11
Chevy Camaro 2010 Indy 500 Pace Car, Nightburnerz
These are the last six Hot Wheels cars I bought. Somewhere I have a box of 40 or so cars, I meant to give my niece and nephew years and years ago. But never did. I periodically have always bought them. I remember being interested that I found a Stutz car when I had a teacher named Schultz. In fifth grade.
And Jack and Eddie get such easy joy out of these cars, I can understand. I never turned into a car fiend, a car obsessive or even much of a mechanic.
So, it’s something that will continue. A connection across the decades, little bursts of being at the steering wheel, under control, imagined speed powered by little hands, imagination and bigger hands and nostalgia mixed with a little sense of driving your own destiny.
I’d never read any Robert Jordan until I read this:
The Wheel of Time turns, and ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth comes again. In one Age, called the Third Age by some, an Age yet to come, an Age long past, a wind rose in the Mountains of Mist. The wind was not the beginning. There are neither beginnings nor endings to the turning of the Wheel of time. But it was a beginning.
That pile of void is the first paragraph of Eye of the World. I almost closed the book right there; I felt so cliched out in less than 100 words. I read that and thought of religious promise, thought of Amway and empty calories and someone valiantly trying to say something meaningful – and failing miserably.
I did not close the book. I struggled through the lingering pain of that first section. And 806 pages later I was into the story. It’s one of those stories one of those writers who uses fantasy to create amazing magic to get out of difficult situations. You know the ones, our heroes are backed into a corner, there’s no way they could ever escape, ever, ever, ever. Then boom, lead wizard or Aes Sadai, pulls out the cataclysmic rabbit out of the hat.
It’s obvious. But the writing, the characters and the mechanics of the story were easily good enough to overcome the flaws. And I’m now waiting for my purchase of the first three books in the Wheel of Time series.