When I was a kid, like a lot of other little boys, I loved Hot Wheels. I would play with those little cars for hours, ramping them off stuff, making little motor noises, and sliding them around doing impossible turns. I remember one day coming downstairs and excitedly telling my dad that we should get wheels like Hot Wheels had. My dad’s pickup had suffered a blowout a few days before, and he was in a bad mood about it. I thought we could get solid plastic wheels, and solve the problem forever. After all, my Hot Wheels never got flat tires.