Rubber Track Drift

I slipped through the front door gap and coasted down the sidewalk until I reached the neighborhood running track! The ground was an endless sea of bouncy, brick-red rubber marked with crisp white lane lines. Right ahead sat a giant painted numeral 4! No hesitation. I dropped low into my stance, pumped two fierce kicks, and rocketed into the lane. Zip-grip! The textured rubber grabbed my wheels with incredible traction, shooting me forward at full speed. I leaned hard into the curve, banking so sharp my rear wheels broke loose with a soft squeak! Skrrt! A perfect sliding drift right across the white curve of the 4! Pure racing energy!