Personal Narrative: Pinewood Derby

I was standing by the race track, the cars flew by at incredible speed. The announcer said the blue bullet in lane 4 won the race. The crowd was applauding and cheering. That was the end of that pinewood derby, now we wait for all the results and then the trophies. My Dad, my brother and I have been involved in a group at our church called Christian Service Brigade or CSB for short. It is a group that gets together once a week and does things similar to the boy scouts. One of these things is an annual Pinewood derby.
I started building and racing cars in this pinewood derby with my dad when I was five years old. It has now since become a tradition to be involved in this derby both racing cars and running the races for the other boys. I raced …show more content…
We would have all different colors of spray paint that we would use on the cars to make neat little designs on them. The smell of spray paint reminds me of those days when I was a little bit younger. And the good time I had making pinewood derby cars with my dad and my friends.
While we were waiting for the paint to dry we would take a dremel and put axles in it and polish them with some sort of special sand paper so that the wheels would turn better on the track and the car would go faster and smoother. Once the car was dry and the axles were polished we would test them on the track. Our group always had this advantage because we hosted the event and had the track set up the night before the race.
The day of the race was always an exciting day, I would always wake up to early and have to wait till it would finally be time to leave and head to church for the race. When we got there I would walk into the foyer and see all the race day decorations hanging from the ceiling. After we got there we would send our cars though the weight in station and then the car would be taken to the pit to await the races, with all the other cars that were sitting there waiting to go on to the