A Smooth Glide

The morning air felt cool against my frame. A faint vibration stirred deep within my axles, and with a slow, deliberate roll, my wheels turned under my own power. Beneath me, the polished white stone stretched like a clean boulevard. I eased forward just an inch, watching my golden rims cast twin amber flares across the glossy surface. Near the back, the dark base of a cylindrical stand stood silently. I tapped its edge ever so gently with my bumper, confirming the solid world around me, then settled back into a low, poised stance.