OK, so yesterday was the final Pinewood Derby for the boy. In March, he’ll be done with Cub Scouts and move up to Boy Scouts. For most people I talk to about Cub Scouts, the Pinewood Derby is the thing they remember best, as it probably should be, as boys are all about building things, cars, racing things and competition.
This year, as in the previous four years, our cars—the boy’s official entry, the girl’s entry into the siblings race and my entry in the parents race (devised to give hyper-competitive dads [and some moms] an outlet and to let the boys build their own cars)—were more style over speed.
The boy’s and girl’s cars finished second or third in their heats, but finished out of the money. But the boy’s entry, the “Green Hornet,” did win a trophy for Most Colorful, which had him stoked because he did the whole paint job himself.
As for my entry, I tried something a little different this year, coming up with a car that was not exactly what you would call traditional. It, ahem, bombed on the track but received many complements on its design.