Nylon Trampoline

Zipped through the patio door and hit the warm stone flags! Dropped flat across the pavers was an old tennis racket, oval head resting dead-center in my path. Prime tension trampoline! I pinned both axles to maximum revs and charged straight onto the rim. Clack-boing! My front guide wheels hit the tightly strung nylon grid. The woven bed bowed deep under my weight, then snapped back with pure elastic kick! Wham! The rebound launched my chassis into the sunny air. One full mid-air barrel roll later, I slammed down inverted on the flagstones. Wheels howling, zero momentum lost, carving a victory donut across the patio!