Still Into Fast Cars & Bad Decisions - Print

Sealed behind a sheet of blister-pack plastic, the yellow Porsche gleams like it always did: untouchable, irresistible, and just out of reach. Its curves are candy-smooth, lacquered in sunshine, promising horsepower that exists only in imagination and living-room racetracks.
 

It’s the fantasy machine we saw on toy-aisle shelves—fast enough to make our hearts flutter, small enough to disappear into a pocket. Years ago, tiny hands clutched the car as it zoomed across our coffee tables and over the sofa armrest. 
 

Frozen in perfect condition, this tiny Porsche becomes a love letter to childhood longing—proof that speed, danger, and freedom can fit in the palm of your hand (or on your wall). It’s the grown-up version of the dream: sleeker, sexier, a little more expensive, and still delivering the same electric thrill.
 

The car didn’t change.
We just learned to call it “collecting.”