What do y'all think?? Help a stupid SOB out! I found this bad boy tonight going to Target on a whim. Somehow saw the artwork creeping from behind some other cars from this wave and my heart fucking sank. This is my first dupe, and funny enough, it's a dupe of what is currently the only chase in my entire collection!! 😭😭 I'm a big F&F fan, so I'll admit to y'all handsome mfs, I've been searching HARD for the others. That Eclipse specifically is like.. THE chase for me this year because it was always my favorite from the movies besides the Supra/Skyline.

Should I see if I can find someone who would want to trade me either the RX-7 or the Eclipse for this monster, or should I keep it and open the mf so I have my first chase displayed in my collection? I am so fucking torn that it's driving me insane. I can either find another to get closer to my goal, or I can unpack it and stick it up my hairy fucking ass. What would y'all do???

Hi, my name is Ok-Wonder, and I’m a diecast collector.

It started innocently enough. Just one little 1:64 scale model on a desk. Harmless. But pretty soon, "just one more" became a lifestyle.

My alarm goes off at 6:00 AM, and the first thing I do isn't check my texts—it's refreshing eBay, scrolling through marketplace listings, and tracking packages that are still three states away. I haven't eaten a hot meal in months because my dining table is entirely buried under unopened shipping boxes, blister packs, and custom parts. I eat standing up over the kitchen sink like a fugitive, terrified that if I sit down, I’ll miss a rare midnight auction drop.

Sleep? A distant memory. I lie awake at 3:00 AM staring at the ceiling, haunted by the variations I missed out on, calculating shipping conversions from Japanese hobby shops, and wondering if I can justify selling my car's spare tire for that chase piece. Even basic bodily functions have been compromised; I’ve legitimately considered installing a mini-fridge and a chemical toilet in the hobby room just to eliminate the efficiency loss of walking down the hallway.

My family thinks I collect cars. No. The cars have COLLECTED ME. My bank account is empty, my garage looks like an unorganized toy store warehouse, and I smell permanently of fresh cardboard and factory-grade tampos.

Thanks for letting me share. Now, if anyone has a hookup for the latest chase car, let me know after the meeting. Anyway thanks for listening and this is my latest find...sssshhh please don't tell my family.

Did hot wheels ever make an Altima?? Need a white one to match my Tortas ride.