Last night was our son’s second Pinewood Derby since joining Cub Scout Pack 157 last year. Once again, I had a great time helping him build the car. The joy on the faces of the boys (and their sisters) was awesome. Multiple generations were represented with many grandparents in attendance.
I’m not sure if you can improve upon this model and I don’t suggest that the Cub Scouts change a thing.
In an effort to minimize the involvement of the parents so that their sons did the work on their own cars, there was a separate parents category. I chose to race my original car from 1979. I pulled it out of storage, added some dry graphite to the axles and raced it “as is.” It was pretty cool when my mother, who hasn’t seen the car in 35 years, picked it out of the line up. I remember the day that I raced it. My father, who was also there last night, had to drill out the cockpit weight to get it to the 5.0 ounce maximum.
We had so much fun then, and we had so much fun last night. What a tradition.