I remember when I was younger, we used to have a car race with all of the kids in our neighborhood. Our street is on a hill, and the only rules were that it could not have a motor and you needed to build it yourself. Or at least build it with the help of your parents. My dad always used to help me build mine. He would buy a few sheets of machine aluminum and we would look at a bunch of different car designs and I would decide what I wanted my car to look like. He would cut out the sheets of metal, and attach the axles and wheels. My job was always to paint the car. The race day was always the day of our block party. It would be the race during the day, and then when it was over everybody would set up their tables for the block party. It was nice that way, because then everybody was together for the whole day. Looking back, I think it was really great that our neighborhood was so friendly. It was a nice, pleasant environment to grow up in. Plus some of my best friends were from my neighborhood.