A Brown Mercedes
A survivor from my childhood
My mom gave me this one as a souvenir from one her bowling tournament trips a looong time ago. Other than the cracked windshiel, it has lived a pretty low-key life. I have to confess that this one never appealed to me as a kid.
I don’t know if it was the red front marker lighters or the metallic calf-poop brown paint job. Maybe it was the fact that wasn’t a Hot Wheels that made me relegate it to the deep dark bowels of a car case I hardly opened.