Mitten Escape Sprint

I backed full throttle straight out of that knitted woolen mitten, tires spinning across the painted window sill until rubber bit cleanly into the smooth wood! Right ahead of me, morning light illuminated a clean line of three forgotten metal safety pins resting flat on the white trim. Perfect low-profile speed bumps! I dropped a gear, surged forward over the thin brass pins with a triple metal click-clack rattling through my chassis, and whipped around a potted succulent saucer to park flush against the glossy window lock latch.