First off, sorry for the sideways video. Not so technically savvy am I.
Justin and Elliot, mostly the former, spent the weekend working on a sweet derby car. They consulted an expert, our home teacher Brother Swinton. He offered some sage advice and they were off. Sort of. Once the sawing became tedious and was yielding no results, Justin was ready to be done with the whole experience. So they headed around the block to the seek Bradd's wisdom and proper tools. It's amazing what the right tools will do for morale. They were off again. After much sawing, sanding, 2 paint jobs and lots of duct tape #3 was ready to race.
We were convinced it was going to be a long night and prepared Elliot for the worst. He heard lots of, "It's about the experience of building something with your dad." Or "It's just fun to participate." After all, this car was literally duct taped together. Justin split it several times trying to install the wheels and weights.
As I running to the church from the park, where Charlie had just hit a triple, I got my first text from Bradd that Elliot had won his heat. What the?! After I arrived, he won his second and third. This continued until he won the whole thing. Seriously. Hysterical. That car was almost thrown away several times because it's builder was so over it.
#3 also won the "sportiest looking" award. Which, lets face it, might mean more to the both of them than anything else. We have to give a big shout out to Bradd who put graphite in the wheels before the race. Pretty sure that was the game winning move. I don't even know what graphite is.