Man, I'll never forget the pinewood derby. I had this killer fast one. It was kickin everyone's ass in practice races. My Dad was a welder/machinist kind of guy. He rigged the wheels somehow. He also slipped a little "special" grafite or some kinda grease. I don't remember. That's was 40 some years ago. Anyway, the other kids were oiling theirs all up. Dad told me not to use the crap that everyone else was using. We had the special stuff. Well I knew everything and wasn't about to listen to him. I had to put the crap everyone else was using on. Well I heard I told ya, ya wouldn't listen all the way home.