I think I first became interested in model cars when I saw that my dad had a 1:24 scale resin kit for building a hot-rod on the shelves in the laundry room. (Sort of like how I became interested in Bach by discovering his old LPs and casettes of “Switched-On Bach” hidden away in the closet.) But I was never much into hot rods. A child of the 80’s, I grew up in the golden age of exotic supercars: the years of the Ferrari F40, and Lamborghini Countach and Diablo. There were two particular houses on my paper route that I loved to service: one had a silver 1978 Corvette, and the other, an actual Ferrari — albeit, only a bottom-of-the-line Ferrari 308, and most often tantalizingly hidden under a car cover.
Call it stunted maturity, or just red-blooded maleness, but I still enjoy models of these cars, and have done my best to infect my sons with the car-enthusiast bug too. Aedan and I spent an hour this afternoon touching up the details on a few of our 1:18 cars — my F40 and F50, and his Enzo. (Aedan and I are of different generations, and so we have different opinions about the aesthetics of the Enzo. I think it looks weird and ugly. Aedan thinks it looks “awesome.”)
We painted a black stripe around the F40, painted black trim around its windshield and windows, put yellow badges on the F50’s wheels, and did a thorough makeover of the Enzo’s plain black plastic interior, adding red leather seats and silver buttons on the console. Then Aedan took them outside and did a photoshoot worthy of Road & Track.
I append a few pictures via Photobucket (click for full-size versions) after the “more” break: