Speed Demon on Four Wheels

I locked my eyes onto an old four-wheel roller skate resting beside the garage wall and immediately declared it my new open-cockpit dragster. Hauling myself onto the stiff leather tongue, I gripped the tangled white laces like high-speed reins and gave the concrete floor a ferocious backward kick with my shoe. The urethane wheels whirred to life, sending me barreling across the smooth grey slab! I dropped into an absurdly dramatic low crouch, leaning hard into an imaginary hairpin turn to swerve past a rogue tennis ball while making obnoxious screeching-tire noises. We coasted to a halt right against a stack of terracotta saucers. Parking permit? Never heard of her.