The Race Is On
The big Pinewood Derby race was last night!
It was almost a disaster of Titanic proportions!
But first, my son worked on his car for about a month. He sketched out a design, made all the cuts, did all the sanding and painting, and picked out stickers and add-ons to finish up the car.
Here it is, in all it's swashbuckling glory...
The Black Pearl!
We arrived at the derby, checked the car in, chowed down on pizza, and then waited for the races to begin.
The worst thing that can happen at an event such as this is having your car fall apart right before the race. Good thing that didn't happen to my son. No, he had the second worst thing happen... His car didn't finish the course. Three times, it failed to reach the finish line. The only one out of 40 cars!
Total disaster! Major catastrophe! An epic failure on a public stage!
My son just stood there impassively. I fully expected this to be the end of Cub Scouts for him. I leaned down to his ear and told him that it was my fault. I should've checked the weight of the car more carefully. It was an ounce lighter than the others, and in the Pinewood Derby weight is the most important factor.
I looked around at the other kids, wondering if any of them would add to my son's humiliation by making fun of his car. But they didn't. And I wasn't sure why.
We found out ten minutes later...
Before the race, the audience was given a chance to fill out a short ballot with four categories on it: Most Patriotic, Best Paint Job, Best Cub Scout Theme, and Most Unique.
So after the races were all run, they announced the winners of the voting. And, lo and behold, my son won Most Unique.
Disaster averted! Catastrophe prevented! Failure kiboshed!
It was as if the heavens opened up and a choir of angels sang my son's name. His face lit up, he beamed, and he didn't stop talking about his new medal for hours. I've never seen him more proud. And he has a right to be, because his car design was his own and he did most of the work himself.
He now has no memory of his car's actual race performance. All he knows is that the kids thought his car was the coolest.
I made a car too. Nobody thought it was cool. Weird, maybe.
I call it The Martian Marshmallow Mobile...