Our favorite Hot Wheels when we were kids were the ones that had the side panels that flipped over to reveal damage like they had just been t-boned, and, based how we played with them, that made perfect sense. When we made a track, we’d fling those pieces of metal so hard they’d fly off and act like a homing missile locked in on our sister’s head. While she cried, we devised new plans for a bigger and better track. Basically this is what we always dreamed of.