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OAKFIELD, NEW YORK -- The Pinewood Derby, in which Cub Scouts make and then race small wooden cars, is a rite of passage for many American boys--and a terror for plenty of fathers.
Pinewood Derby families fall into two categories. There are the ones who have trouble figuring out which side of the sandpaper you use. That's my group. My father and I used a jackknife to shape our Derby car in 1970--not because we were handy with it, but because we didn't own any other tools--and then spray-painted it. We were pretty proud.
Until Derby night. Then we encountered the other class of kids--whose fathers were engineers, with basement wood shops more complete than some factories. They showed up carrying cars with multicolor paint jobs, weighted down with lead, wheels freshly lubed with silicone spray.
The first group went into shock at the sight, so they've either suppressed all memories or remember in painful, exquisite detail how they lost to precision-engineered machines. This winter, I kept a Pinewood Derby diary--just so the doctors would know what happened if my son or I had a breakdown.
December 17: A dark pall descends over what had been a happy holiday season: At his monthly pack meeting, my almost-seven-year-old son Michael received a Pinewood Derby kit. Earlier in the meeting, the pack made Christmas ornaments for needy families. Seeing the mess that Mikey and I made with mere construction paper and glue, I suggested our ornament should go to a blind needy family. Now we are expected to make a raceable car?
January 17: Desperate after a month of denial, I do what every geeky modern father does when stumped: I go on line. Finding a treasure trove of Pinewood advice on the Web, Mikey and I slide over to Hobby House Toys. I buy some weights and a tube of graphite lubricant. This month, Mikey finally masters zipping his coat. And he's supposed to build a racer?
February 8: It is time to cut the car. Because Pinewood Derby is supposed to be a father-son project, I have Mikey in the basement with me. He goes to his Little Tykes plastic workbench and grabs some plastic tools. I sketch a sleek aerodynamic design on the block of wood. ...