There are few truisms I've found in life and this is one of them. Anyone who was in Cub Scouts did a pine wood derby. You ask them and they will be thrilled to talk about how their specially designed block of wood made it to the bottom of the tracks.

While all Girl Scouts were making sit-upons -- another truism -- us boys got to whittle away a little racecar with their dads. I think that my Dad did most of the actual work like the sanding, the painting, the wheel attachment, the greasing of the wheels, but I think that I at least came up with conceptual design of the car.

And it was an awesome car. And the second one was pretty good, too. I even got medals, would you believe. Glory for all, and in particular, me.

When I heard that an art museum was having a pinewood derby, I knew that I had to do it. What a better way to cross back over the bridge into Cub Scouts. It’s time again to let the best car win.

Thus, the aforementioned Parsley Mobile has been made. I hope that it will bring me glory and fame. Lacking that, I at least hope that it will give me a trophy of questionable worth.

The races begin the first of October. I'll be sure to tell you if I get any prizes.