This, as you can guess, is not very conducive for racing, at least not for the cheap 5 inch diameter wagon wheels that were attached to these poorly crafted wooden racers. Sara and I were looking out the window when the first test run occurred. Both racers made it halfway down the hill before they eventually came to a complete stop.
It became very evident to us as well as the Scout Leaders that this would be a problem. For the next 30 minutes my sister and I sat on our front porch, laughing hysterically at the ill fortuned youths struggling to make it down the hill. Many came to a stop before the finish line and just walked their racers back up to the top. There were some really funny scenes taking place, so I had Sara grab her camera and this picture is one of many pictures of parents and friends lending a "helping hand." The funny thing about this picture is the fact that the kid in the yellow shirt lost his balance as he gave his final push and wiped out on the pavement (don't worry, he was fine).In all it was a beautiful disaster and although our hearts went out to them, all we could do is sit on the porch and just laugh. The only kid who had any fun that day was the kid who's over involved father had attached small bicycle wheels to the back of his cart (to go with the paint job and driver side airbag he had previously installed). That kid flew. But that didn't matter to the other kids, the unsung heroes. They might not have had any fun and been extremely disappointed with their racing experience, but they went to bed that night with the satisfaction of knowing that they had built their own racers and didn't let their overbearing father build a cooler, faster, and better designed racer for them... Not much consolation, huh?
Keep it real,
Ben
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