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When I was very little, I was in the cub scouts. Just for a year. Not because I didn’t enjoy it. Actually I’m not positive about the details but I always had gotten the impression that when the group got back together after summer break… someone just forgot to call us.
Anyway… One of the strongest memories I had from the cub scouts was building a pinewood derby racer with my dad. I know we did all sorts of things together when I was younger, but that project for some reason always stood out in my mind.
Actually - it’s more than just “some reason”. I remember very vividly the process of heating up the lead weight to a liquid state using a blowtorch. Anything you do with a blowtorch at that age seems pretty amazing (not that it doesn’t seem amazing to me now).
So we melted the lead weight, and measured it out and poured it into a cut-out that we made in the bottom of the racer with a router. I remember using a dry lubricant powder to let the wheels spin more freely on the “axles”. I remember making the executive decision to style the racer with a glossy black paint job and stickers leftover from a G.I. Joe vehicle received as a gift for christmas.
It was pretty bad-ass, and we won first place actually.
That may have been the last time we attended any sort of meeting for the group, but I’ll never forget it.