Clearance Ahead
Tires gripped. Axles engaged. A jolt shot straight through my chassis and my wheels actually rolled under my own power! Dead ahead sat a wall of parked racers, with a towering brick creature looming on the perimeter. No delay. I nudged my steering slightly left, rolled forward an inch, and gently tapped the rear bumper of the grey car right in front of me. Solid contact. Path verified. I am moving, fully operational, and ready for the runway beyond this carpet gridlock.