It may have been a couple of weeks back but I forgot to a do a little write up on the Starnes Family's very first pinewood derby experience. Now, I realize that the pinewood derby is a serious scout tradition dating back to the dawn of time. I too realize that this experience CAN be a very bonding thing for father and son and it there ARE SOME things that can be learned through this block sanding and painting chore....or I mean OPPORTUNITY.
I love the scouting program. I love the things that my boys will learn that will help them become better all around young men. I know that there are lifelong lessons to be learned and I embrace those things 100%.
That being said, the pinewood derby just irritates me. Let's be honest here. What would a car REALLY look like if an 8 year old (with the HELP of a parent...not the HELP of a cub scout) designed, painted, and sanded a car? Instead the whole thing feels like a father with better tools or money just trying to outdo the next father. I was even more irritated when we started this process by finding all of the RIDICULOUS things that can be purchased online for this event. What starts as a $4.00 car kit can turn into a money pit. For instance, a set of modified wheels and axles can sell for more than ten times that amount! Did you know you can buy a "guaranteed to win car" on ebay for $200? What is that all about??
Maybe by bitterness dates back to knowing that my own father (who didn't have a father in his life) had to go to those derbies and race blocks of wood that finished dead last. He would leave feeling totally humiliated. I know that this testosterone fest leaves boys feeling upset and defeated...and I don't like it.
Anyway, I'll step off my soap box now.
I started nagging or (I mean reminding) my dear husband and son about this event a couple of months prior to the race. Weeks flew by and suddenly we found ourselves 2 weeks out from the date. In a panic, Nate ordered an already shaped car since we don't have any woodworking tools. A few days later a $20 piece of wood arrived and so began the sanding, and painting. After the final coat of paint was sprayed 4 days before the race, a neighbor kid came over and picked up the freshly painted car.
"Agggggggh!" Is what I hear from the garage. Nate and Dallin were freaking out. Payson (the neighbor kid) decided to pick up the car to get a better look at it. He ended up putting huge fingerprints and smudges all over the almost completed car. So, here we go again. Back to square one. More sanding and layers of paint. Now we are 2 days away from the race. Because of all of the painting issues we MISS the first weigh in.
Day before the race is the final weigh in. Nate doesn't get home from work until 5:30pm and the car has to be totally completed, weighed and turned in between 6-8pm. Wheels aren't even on yet. Dallin and Dad get to work on the wheels when suddenly I start hearing some yells coming from the garage. "Crap!" "Agggggghhhh! NOOOOOO!"
I wasn't sure what to do. Hide? Go out and help? Pretend I didn't hear what was going on? Leave?
Nate eventually comes in looking totally and completely frazzled. "I can't get the wheels on! The wood keeps chipping off...I need WOOD GLUE NOW!"
The stress was too much for me. Instead of being helpful I tell him to just forget it. "It's NOT worth it! It's just a stupid derby! Dallin really won't care if he doesn't participate this year! You should have started working on this back when I first told you to!" Ooops. Probably shouldn't have said that.
I opted to run downstairs and hide.
Apparently they figured it out. They found some glue and prayed the wheels would stay on. They made it over to the weigh in just in time. They were lucky as it was EXACTLY 5oz. which is the maximum amount. They had 30 minutes to spare.
The day of the actual race I was leaving to go to UT for Women's Conference. When I told my mom I was missing Dallin's first pinewood derby she was ASTONISHED. How could you MISS this HUGE event? Really mom.....I don't mind. There will be many MANY more of these in my future.
While driving to Utah I was anxiously awaiting the results of the race. I kept praying..."Please don't be dead last...please at LEAST cross the finish line...please let this be a POSITIVE and fun experience."
Then I recieved a text from Nate: SO FAR WE ARE 3-1!
Then another: ENDED UP 3-3. MIDDLE OF THE PACK. 9TH OUT OF 17. NOT BAD!
I sighed with total and COMPLETE RELIEF! It's over. They had fun and we learned a lot. It may not have been the fastest car but Dallin won the certificate for the "Fastest Looking Car." Hey...we'll take it!
Here are the pictures off of Nate's phone:
One derby down.......many more to go. *Sigh*