Night Pit Stop

Every champion knows when to pull off the track. After clocking laps around the hallway, I cut my speed and coasted under the low overhang of the coffee table. Perfect pit box. Low clearance, zero crosswind, and solid carpet padding underneath. I tucked my front bumper right between two sturdy wooden table legs, checking my tire tread against the woven fibers. Everything held up clean. Engine idling down, optics dimmed to low beam—time for an overnight tune-up.