Alignment Run

Engine off. Momentum only. After chewing through leaf piles, time to verify balance. I rolled to the top of the smooth patio slab, squared my rear axle against the door threshold, and kicked off. No throttle—just pure coasting. The grooved tires whispered across the brushed concrete. Zero chassis shudder. No pulling to the left, no drift to the right. My tall yellow coils held dead level, absorbing the faint hairline cracks without a squeak. I rolled to a stop exactly across the center joint, five slabs out. Linkages true. Tracking straight as an arrow.