Hot Wheels Anthracite — The Phantom That Doesn’t Miss
If you’re looking for chrome and clamor, you’re in the wrong damn garage.
Anthracite is part of the Silencerz crew, and it doesn’t race to impress. It races to erase.
No flames. No decals. No neon tantrums.
Just quiet precision and total domination.
This isn’t just another car in the Acceleracers bloodbath—it’s the sniper in a world full of screaming shotguns.
Designed for Stealth. Engineered for Killshots.
Anthracite is the kind of car that doesn’t just cut through air—it shreds expectations.
Angular, aggressive, and ice-cold from front to fin
Body sculpted to disappear into shadows and slipstreams
A cockpit built like a drone control center—because this thing doesn’t drive, it executes
There’s no flair here. No noise. Just surgical design, futuristic silence, and a reminder that speed doesn’t have to be loud to be lethal.
Hot Wheels Acceleracers Silencerz consists of Nitrum, Accelium, Anthracite and Iridium.
On the Track: You’ll Never Hear It Coming
Anthracite doesn’t race you. It haunts you.
You’ll see the blur.
You’ll hear the hum.
You’ll feel the breeze.
Then you’ll check the time and realize you lost before the second lap.
Silencerz cars don’t need burnouts and brawls. They win with tech, with talent, with tactics.
And Anthracite is the tip of that silent spear—slipping through Realms like a ghost with unfinished business.
The Breakdown
Hot Wheels Anthracite — First edition from the Silencerz line
1/64 scale die-cast demon from the original 2005 Acceleracers release
Available solo or as part of the 3-car Silencerz set with Nitrium and Iridium
Brand new, removed from original packaging (because this car doesn’t sit in a blister—it moves)
Ships within 48 hours, First Class, to U.S. and Canadian addresses
International? You’ll get it—we calculate shipping at checkout. Precision matters.
Why It Still Dominates
While Teku and Metal Maniacs are busy throwing sparks and screaming for attention, Anthracite slips by and crosses the line.
It doesn’t need to prove anything.
Because when the dust settles and the cheering dies down—it’s already gone.
Final Word
Anthracite is the assassin of Acceleracers.
It doesn’t flex. It doesn’t fail.
It just wins—quietly, completely, and without mercy.
If you’re smart enough to know that the real power hides in silence, this is your car.
Own the ghost.
Own Anthracite.
