When I was in Cub Scouts I won the Pinewood Derby. That's right. First Place in my town. We ended up losing in the state competition because of a false start (fix!), but I was still proud.
Which, now that I think about I shouldn’t have been since my dad and I cheated...
The main rule was no parents could assist you in building your car.
My dad couldn’t resist - he whittled and sanded that block of wood day and night. Eventually he had a mean aerodynamic machine. I did paint the strip on it.
PS - What a shit-bag medal! It's cardboard! With sharpie writing!
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