Chalk Line Speedway

I scrambled down from that wooden utility pole and sprinted toward an open alley curb where someone had dropped a fat stick of bright blue sidewalk chalk. Right next to a weathered storm drain lay a flattened aluminum soda can, shiny and curved like an Olympic bobsled chute. I dragged the chunky chalk across the asphalt, scribbling a bold twin-stripe runway that aimed straight for the can's concave lip. Then I lined up my boots, revved into a full sprint along my custom blue track, and slid across the curved aluminum with a sharp metallic clatter! Style points maxed out.