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Sunday, September 30, 2007

Pickles, baby carriages, the Fremont Troll on wheels -- A different kind of soapbox derby

No, this isn't a typical race, and these aren't the rickety soapbox racers you and your father built in the garage years ago. Unless, of course, you were into building go-carts that looked like baby carriages, pickles or fire trucks.

More than 30 teams -- mostly from the Seattle area -- entered their "people-powered" designs in Saturday's race, in which contestants were judged on creativity, speed and showmanship. More than 300 sketches were submitted for consideration, but only 46 teams were offered entry in the race.





I missed this . . . looks like a heap of fun.
Posted by Peter at 8:16 AM
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