The Zinc Tag Hop

Rev-vroom! I coasted straight out from under the wicker cloche into the crisp morning light! Right along the weathered potting bench, a shiny metal garden plant tag was stuck loosely into a small cork block, trembling like an upright diving board! I didn't waste a second thinking—I gunned my wheels, lined up my bumper, and zoomed straight over the cork base! Boing-ting! The flexible zinc strip bent down and snapped right back against my chassis with a hilarious metallic twang! The vibration sent my front blower tab rattling like a tambourine, popping my front wheels into a tiny, buoyant leap before landing smooth on the timber planks! What a kickstart!