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Byline: Richard S. Chang
A few weeks ago I went to my nephew's Cub Scout Pinewood Derby. Ouch, did that bring back some bad memories.
I remember building my first car-the instructions spread in front of me, making my first cut with the hacksaw, test-driving it down the kitchen floor. Here's the thing the instructions don't tell you: No one builds Pinewood Derby cars like that. Half of the cars at my Derby were streamlined flat like the GM fuel cell skateboard, with weights buried in the chassis and graphite spilling out of the wheels.
My first race was against a perfectly shaped cruise missile that would have made F1 technical guru Adrian Newey proud. It had an F-16 tail wing sprouting from the back. The thought that our two cars began life as similar blocks of wood threw my nine-year-old logic for a loop. And if a wooden block on plastic wheels could eat another one for lunch, that's what the Newey missile did to my poor red wedge-mobile. The second race was just as ugly. And like that, my Derby was over. I was crushed.
And so I was anxious to watch my nephew redeem my pathetic showing. His father had created a real Pinewood superstar, smooth as a tumbled rock and hairs shy of the ...
Source: HighBeam Research, Meet Me at the Derby.(automobile races)(Column)