9 replies to this topic

[don.siegel]

Just heard about the death of Hugh Hefner this morning... he was already starting to be a little ridiculous when I was young, but he still had a pretty big influence on cultural life in the USA. 

 

Now, what does this all have to do with slot racing, you may wonder? Well, Hef, besides bunnies and the bachelor pad, also introduced the... Slot Racing Playmate! Two of them in fact...

 

The first in 1963 (don't remember month offhand): 

 

 

And the second from April 1968, when the streets of Chicago were not exactly thinking about slot cars... 

 

 

Then there were the advertisers, who agreed with Hef...

 

 

RIP, Hef.

 

Don 

[swodem]

Ha-ha... very cool.

 

RIP, Hef.

[NY Nick]

RIP. Slotcars and Playboy... my childhood.

[gotboostedvr6]

Breast in peace.

[Phil Hackett]

Thanks for the mammaries, Hugh.

[Uncle Fred]

I spent many happy hours reading the provocative articles.  RIP

[Mike Patterson]

The year is 1968. I'm a sophomore in high school. I remember buying Playboy, taking it to school, sharing it with my friends, and discussing the "articles" with our study hall teacher. The Good Old Days!

 

Rest in Peace, Mr. Hefner.

[Mark Wampler]

That's interesting.  For sure Hugh knew how to sexualize  just about anything, but I never thought of slot cars as being  sexy.  Maybe its fast girls and fast cars.  I think of Hugh as being the father of the American Sodom and Gomorrah and its social acceptance.  Call me old fashion, I don't care.  We attach R.I.P. to those who pass on as a kind gesture,  but we don't know for sure of anyone's 'peace' after the grave.   I can't judge anyone's soul.  I simply look at the fruit that falls from the tree.

[Lone Wolf]

Talk about keeping it in the slot 

 

I myself was a Penthouse man because they showed "hair" 

 

Back in the day we used to slip a Penthouse and a few others into a "Selling Post" (east coasters will know the reference ) at the local Luncheonette and throw 35 cents on the counter and run out. 

 

The guy Dick ( that was his name ) was about 100 and we were able to slip it past him.

 

Then we would go to the secret clubhouse and look at the books while we guzzled down some Boones Farm and Tango along with a little weed I stole from my brother rolled in Strawberry papers.

 

Maybe I should not be telling all this but what the hell. Now you know why I am the way I am 

[ravajack]

Don't forget the Playboy collection of various "bunnyfied" 1/32 slot car moidels.

Was it endorsed by Hefner & Co, or a pure bootleg operation by Fly Car Model?