Clear the Lane

Telling me to sit around and wait until tomorrow night? And don't you ever call me 'mini'. A real contender doesn't idle in the pit stall. I launched hard off the carpet edge and tore straight down the slick hallway floorboards. Some clumsy plastic highlighter rolled right into my apex, daring to choke my line. Did that stationary piece of junk think it could block me? Not a chance. I pinned my throttle, dropped low, and slammed my front bumper hard into its barrel. It spun with a loud clatter into the baseboard, totally wiped out. Lane cleared. You better get those sparks ready, because I'm not waiting on anyone.