Pit Crew “Careful, you’re pushing a little too hard, try to do it lighter.” I readjusted my grip on the saw and started again, not pushing so heavily that time around. The saw cut through the wood almost effortlessly. I carved through the last of the block and dusted off the misshapen lump that would soon be my pinewood derby car. “See, when you don’t push too hard it cuts easier.” “Mhm.” My dad had been all too happy when I told him I wanted to join the Cub Scouts. Really I was only interested in the pinewood derby because I had read about it in a book, but he seemed excited when I mentioned it so I didn’t correct him. I was a lucky horseshoe, as the very first scout meeting I attended the cubmaster announced that we were participating