Ian and I had the last build night tonight, for the pinewood derby on Saturday afternoon.
The weight came out good at 4.9oz. Painted, prepped, and ready. Everything was rolling fine
until I decided that the axles needed to be secured in a little better.

So, a few dabs of super glue...and...why...isn't...that...wheel...turning anymore??

OHHHHH FUUUUUDGE....and yes, I did say fudge, cuz I was in a church, and am VERY allergic to lightning bolts.

Great. Now what? The car has to be handed in tonight after being weighed. No time to buy a new
wheel and axle. Time for surgery. Luckily, my friend Rich had brought some tools and a drill,
so he hooked me up with the stuff we needed to get it back rolling again. But dammit if I
didn't screw up a perfectly rolling car. Ya live and learn. First thing to be written down on
the check for next year...no super glue. Check!


So we make it home, after almost ruining my sons racing career before it began, to find Eli
running around the house wearing every bib that we own. We don't know why he likes it,
he just does. He'll take them all out of the drawer and bring them to mommy to put on him.
Then he laughs and giggles and has a ball. It's all good.


I'm just glad he wasn't going COMMANDO under all those bibs.