A few weeks ago as I drove past an unoccupied corner of a large shopping mall's parking lot, I noticed groups of people involved in some endeavor. You know what I'm talking about; that section of the lot that only fills up during holidays and semi-annual sales. This piqued my curiousity enough to swing back around and "rubberneck", if you will, to find out what all the commotion was about. There were mothers and fathers, sons and daughters, all racing remote-controlled cars--drag racing around the vacant area. In and out, back and forth, twisting and turning about they ran. The whole family was whooped up in a frenzy, cheering, yelling, screaming like it was the homestretch at Churchill Downs during the Kentucky Derby. They were so involved and not just as spectators, but controllers of their own fate as if they were on the horse driving it to the finish line. I thought to myself, what a fanastic way for a family to bond, to be outdoors doing something that they could all do together and simultaneously and equally derive pleasure from. It got my juices flowing so that I decided to explore this sport and find out what it entailed. I came across a website-RC Games N More- that had my new found objects of enthusiasm. There were so many to choose from. I decided to buy a few, to see if my sons would come out and play with their Dad. Well, it worked. We went to the playground area of their former elementary school on a Sunday to get the feel of how they work. They took to it with great elan. Geez, I now wonder what I've gotten myself into. I'm a Remote-Control Toy Dad as opposed to a Soccer Mom. I feel rejuvenated.