Mission accomplished!
Assimilation into the Globohomo hive is complete.
My pinewood derby was in the early 60s in Seattle. My dad was a sailor and he was underway and so my Pinewood Derby car looked like krap, because I had no help... Unlike a lot of the other boys whose fathers worked at Boeing and their cars were definitely a product of their engineering and Tradesmen father’s handicraft.
And the kids probably didn’t even touch the the kit... they were molded and shaped in all kinds of configurations... and then there but mine... just a scrap of wood, whittled a bit with a dull cub scout knife, and I think I used shoe polish and sorta put it together with the barest of effort because I just did not know what to do. I laugh about it today and didn’t really think about it then, except on race day when I got a good look and their father’s creation.
And that was my Cub Scout experience because I sorta just gave it all up for the rudimental drum lessons at 9 yoa (which was very cool).