In the delivery room, minutes after Peter was born, Bruce sighed, "wow...another pinewood derby." And here we are nine years later at Peter's second and almost last Pinewood Derby. One more to go. Last year, our performance was fairly mediocre. The derby before that was even worse. Bruce was out of town and Brian and I cobbled together an embarrassing entry. (The wheel fell off in the second race.) This year I encouraged Bruce to pull out all that knowledge and experience that he has gleaned over the years. It paid off.
Brian came up with the idea of "The Black Mamba"--the world's fastest and deadliest snake.
Brian came up with the idea of "The Black Mamba"--the world's fastest and deadliest snake.
Sincd the car pulled slightly to the right, Bruce gave Peter a tutorial on how to place it on the track to compensate. Peter took the task very seriously. He never lost a race.
It was fun to win the blue ribbon.
But I really think the best part of the whole thing was the night before, when they stayed up til 2:00 am polishing axles and whatever else they do to make cars fast. (I'll never learn those secrets because I go to bed at 10.) I heard they made a trip to Yokes at 1:30 to weigh it on the deli scale. Now I'm not sure, but I'm guessing that when Peter's old, that's the part of this he'll remember. I hope so.
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