Clear for Taxi

Whirr! A sudden, sharp click rippled straight into my nose—and my black propeller spun! Not drifting in a draft, but spinning by itself! I gave a push, and my wheels rolled forward across the white grid studs. Click-clack, roll, zoom! I darted right ahead across the open floor until my wingtip tapped the checkered flag held up by the green vehicle. Rolling works! My propeller works! We are moving!