Wet Tread Speedway

A shallow puddle from the morning lawn sprinkler sat right at the edge of the driveway, and I rolled straight through it! Squelch! When I gunned the throttle back out onto the dry, sunny concrete, dark damp stamp marks followed every turn I made. Real tire tracks! I revved up, leaned hard into a sweep, and laid down a full looping circuit from the mailbox post back to the garden border. My fabric tires left bold, twin tread prints marking the whole raceway before the sun could dry them out!