The Democratic Republic of Hotwheels Cars is a massive, efficient nation, renowned for its digital currency, pith helmet sales, and suspicion of poets. The hard-nosed, devout population of 3.63 billion Hotwheelers are prohibited from doing almost everything except voting, which they do timidly and conservatively.

The large, corrupt government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Administration, and Law & Order. The average income tax rate is 63.6%.

The all-consuming Hotwheels Carsian economy, worth 325 trillion Cars a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. However, for those in the know, there is a large, well-organized black market in Arms Manufacturing, Automobile Manufacturing, Information Technology, and Tourism. The private sector mostly consists of enterprising ten-year-olds selling lemonade on the sidewalk, but the government is looking at stamping this out. Average income is 89,730 Cars, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 3.7 times as much as the poorest.

Urban graffiti is hand-calligraphed in perfectly kerned elegant fonts, police officers that upset their bosses get assigned to 24 hour stakeouts of bike sheds, guide dogs for the blind have been seen using government websites, and human tissue is grown in vats as a delicacy as well as for transplants. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Hotwheels Cars's national animal is the Rare Hotwheels Car.

Hotwheels Cars is ranked 4,935^th in the world and 258^th in Balder for Largest Automobile Manufacturing Sector, scoring 8,437.18 on the Henry Ford Productivity Index.