Wife’s friend stayed over for the weekend with her impressionable 8-year old son. He pointed wide-eyed at my S2000 so I took him for a quick spin - some freeway onramps and S-curves - then surprised him with an orange Hot Wheels S2000 as a memento before they left.
... wait, this was his first Hot Wheels, ever? Gotta fix that. I ran upstairs to grab a few more, hopefully setting him down the path to become yet another degenerate combing the Hot Wheels racks at the local Walmart. Last I saw of him he was making vroom vroom noises and doing donuts in the backseat of his mom’s Passat.