Through the Slats

Broke out of that dark wooden crate with a sudden full-throttle kick! Sunlight struck my hood, and straight ahead lay a heavy, ribbed brass hose nozzle propped at an angle against a wet patio stone. Natural launch wedge! Pegged the throttle over the crunchy bark chips. Front treads slammed the brass ribbing with a sharp CLINK! My shocks compressed hard, tossing the chassis skyward at a wild angle. Rear tires grabbed the wet stone, kicked up a spray of grit, and slammed down solid on the level flags with a proud clatter!