Chain Reaction Clang

I zipped past the driveway gate, jogged two blocks down the avenue, and hit the supermarket parking lot! Parked right inside a yellow painted lane was a monster row of chrome shopping carts nested tight together. Standing still? Zero chance! I scrambled onto the rear axle of a loose stray cart, gripped the heavy wire grid with both turquoise gloves, and shoved backward against the asphalt with both sneakers. CRUNCH-CLANG! The cart slammed headfirst into the line! A roaring, cascading shockwave of rattling metal and spinning casters buzzed straight down thirty carts like a giant mechanical drum roll! Pure parking-lot percussion!