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.  

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.