Being a Boy Scout . . . Again

Recently Matt has been able to get more involved with the Boy Scouts in our area. Last week they had their own "grown-up" Pinewood Derby. If you know Matt, then you know that he went all out. In fact, his car had no wood in it at all.

He named his car, "The Hurricane." I'm sure you can see why.
Want to know how he did? Watch this clip (while tilting your head to the side, of course -- I wanted to get more of the track in the shot, thus making you tilt).




Yes, he won. Were the boys upset? Nope. In fact, they loved it. We had a blast watching all of the cars race over and over again. Of course, the rules weren't the same ones that the Cub Scouts use, and they had two classes: "Powered" and "Open" (gravity powered). My favorite car was the one with a steel bolt taken off an 18-wheeler truck strapped to the top and spray-painted black. It was known for it's destruction of literally knocking other cars off the track at the bottom.

Matt and I agree that our absolute favorite part of the night was not when he won four gift certificates to Bajio and two bags of beef jerky, but when after a race Jackson matter-of-factly called out, "My daddy won!"