First Rev

Quiet lane. Cold grey plastic underneath. Vrrr... click. My axles shuddered. A hum started deep in my chassis. Wheels spun. Forward! Bam! My front purple bumper struck the side divider. Still standing. Beside me, a stationary purple-and-black racer with a yellow canopy sat silent. I nudged against the rail again—brrr-chhh! Alive. Gripping the groove.