Cork Pad Garage

I rolled my tires off the fleece blanket and scouted a dedicated night garage beneath the low wooden media console. Right between two fluted brass legs, someone had dropped a thick circular cork coaster with a beveled rim. Instant parking pad! I kicked into low gear, coasted across the dark oak floorboards, and aimed straight for the textured disc. One gentle burst of torque popped my front axle over the rounded lip. The dense, spongy cork cushioned my chassis from the chilly floor drafts instantly. I shifted into reverse, backed flush against the painted baseboard trim, and locked my axles. Home circuit pit bay secured for the night!