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Day at the Derby

Yesterday we spent the day at the Cub Scout Pinewood Derby.  This was our third derby and the first in which K was participating as a scout too.  When I say we spent the day there, I am mostly serious.  Our Pack is huge so the derby lasted about about 3 1/2 hours.

Cars lined up ready to race

All three of the boys made a car. J is a Webelo, K a Tiger, and there is an open category for siblings.
All three boys at attention for the National Anthem
 
Up first was K. His car looked like a Tiger for "Tiger Scout."  That was totally on purpose, since we are not a super derby involved, tool laden, spend months on the cars type of family.  Translation: our cars are not fast.  So we go for the other "awards" given to cars.  I persuaded K to go for the "Scout Spirit" award.
K's care, the orange car, 2nd from the left
 
Each car runs in four heats with the other cars made by scouts at the same scout rank.  K's car did well.  He finished 1st once, second twice, and third once.

J's group was one of the biggest groups and one of the last to go.  I really prepped him with the, "It does not matter if you don't win.  There are many cars at your rank ." speech about 10 times over the last two days.  Luckily, he painted his car as the American Flag and I figured he was a shoe-in for "Most Patriotic."
J's car is the one on the far right speeding to victory

 
J's car did really well.  It won two heats and came in second twice to the same car (that ended up breaking the track record).  Since there were so many heats at his level, I was hopeful he would place, but not certain.

A raced too . . . he made a pick up truck just like his uncle's.  His car was not super fast, but he did end up winning two heats!

Once all the races were done, they did the awards.  K, did indeed get "Scout Spirit" for the Tigers. And J did get "Most Patriotic" for the Webelos.
 
 
Then came the placings for each rank.   We were shocked when they called K's name for 3rd place!  He just BEAMED with pride and ran over to give me a hug after they came off the stage.
Then, I looked at J. He was patiently, not so patiently, waiting for the Webelos to be called.  At that point, I started praying. "Dear Lord, please let J place."  He would have been heart broken if K placed and he didn't.  I know that is just how life works sometimes, but J has come in 4th every year he has done the derby (they only get medals for 1-3), he has been so close, that I really wanted him to be able to place.  Luckily, his car was speedy enough this year and he did get 3rd!!
Look at that smile!
So, all in all this was a good derby year!  See you again, next year, Pinewood Derby!
 

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  1. So cute! Our son has his first derby in a few weeks. This post was great for me, now I have a little idea of how it will be. ;)

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