...again and again and again! Because of bad sportsmanship on the part of few parents in the past (I hear), they didn't give out placement awards. Had they, we'd have taken first place, no doubt. The extra work I put in yesterday — adding more weight and polishing the axles with graphite lubricant — was time well spent. I realized that watching my son's reaction each time his car screamed through the finish line ahead of everyone else.
Now, I just gotta survive tonight's Christmas party with the wife. I can't dance, especially to jazz music.