[mickey thumbs]

Full circle for me. As a pre- and early teen I’d escape to my basement track and work bench to hide from a dysfunctional family situation. When I returned to slots a few years ago it was for pure fun just like it was when I got that first Strombecker racing set.
For the past year a number of unusual health setbacks have hit one after another, each taking away a beloved activity. Building and tuning slot cars, and running them around the track until I fall into that Zen-like state once again helps me stay sane. A trivial purpose in life no doubt, but a pleasant, rewarding purpose nonetheless.