Tuesday, April 8, 2014
Dear Pinewood Derby-
Dear Pinewood Derby-
How I hate thee. Let me count the ways.
You seem innocent enough, with your little wooden squares and "family learning time fun," that is until men get involved. Then things just get all crazy.
Sometimes I sit and contemplate how many marriages have ended in ruin because of the Pinewood Derby...
Too many sisters, too many.
I dared say something to the husband about how maybe he should just let the boy make the friggin' car by himself. Wow. That ended badly. Like, EPIC bad.
Well, three cars later we (and by "we" I mean, my husband) finally had a winner. Sure there had been an unholy amount of money spent on tungsten weight (it is denser dumba$$!) and trued wheels and precision bored holes for the above wheels and paint and who knows what else. (I accidentally ran across ONE of the receipts today and almost choked on my tongue.) It is pretty much time I got a new pair of shoes. I feel totally justified in that now.
I saw this movie once about the Pinewood Derby. It was called "Down and Derby." It is actually kind of a funny movie about three dads who totally take over their son's car making and end up losing their jobs and wives and all self respect. It is kind of a funny movie until you are actually the wife in the scenario and then it is no longer funny. Then it is just a very bad joke. Kind of like when I heard somebody ask Roseanne Cash how she liked that movie, "Walk The Line", about her father's life and she said something about how it wasn't actually enjoyable to watch your parent's divorce played out again many years later in a movie theater. Blech.
I have spent a little time wondering what the HELL is wrong with men when it comes to the Pinewood Derby. Why do they all seem to resent the fact that their own father's took over and controlled and freaked out over their own cars as children, yet they grow up and do the same thing to their children? Why can't they bring themselves to not care? Is it really going to kill a kid if he doesn't come in first place? I realize the stupidity of our current "everybody is a winner" culture, but would it really ruin childhood to lose every now and again?
Upon deeper reflection I have realized that the Pinewood Derby is to men what a wedding day is to women. You know, like when you get married your mom takes over, freaks out, and ends up controlling the entire shebang. (Sorry mom, but that is totally what happened. I forgive you, especially since you paid for it so it was really more your party than mine.)
Then, when you get older and have your own kid you get to do the same thing to them, thereby finally getting to plan the perfect wedding that you were too smitten and broke to plan when you were twenty. (Apparently there is this new thing happening where women get married when they are thirty and they plan it themselves, but I got married two months after I turned twenty and I had about 40 bucks and a Geo Prizm, so my mom planned my wedding and I shut up.)
So, I guess that men are just as irrational as women when it comes to getting things "just right" so that the kid can "enjoy that day and have it be perfect" when in fact they are actually kind of having a panic attack spread out over an entire week during which time they also cause irreversible harm to their significant other who will never be the same emotionally again.
The good news is that the car won! It was incredibly fast. People were trying to figure out the "secret" to its winning power. The boy was very pleased. He did get to participate in the building of it (some) and was really excited to be a winner. I guess being a winner is nice sometimes.
I would show you a picture of him holding his winning car but I can't because:
A) You could be some freak who would then share a picture of my son, and
B) He wasn't actually allowed to touch the car once it was finished for fear of breaking the perfection. (I am over exaggerating this just a tiny bit. Kind of.)
The good news is that in approximately 9 years I will no longer have to worry about the Pinewood Derby and I only have one son so this won't be repeated with numerous children.
The bad news is that I have three daughters whose wedding I will someday get to plan for them while I secretly freak out about them soon being legally bound to some jerk who will later be a wack job when it comes to the Pinewood Derby.
Also bad news, I probably am not helping my relationship with this post, but after the week I just had, I am sort of OK with this passive-aggressive display of very public sarcasm.
Eat that derby car!
PS- I would be happy to give you the secrets to the perfect, winning, super-fast, Pinewood Derby car. I am shameless that way.