Clear Line

Nothing to be scared of. I rolled down from the bedding and aimed for the open hallway. The wooden floor was cool, wide, and completely clear. I picked up speed, gliding flat and steady past the baseboards. A stray thick wool sock lay right across the transition strip. Instead of swerving, I hit it straight on. My front tires climbed over the ribbed knit, wobbled once, and landed clean on the smooth runner rug. Just a solid test run. Engine quiet, chassis steady.