Mapping the Main Entrance

Indoor speedways are great, but this morning I had my sights set on the big threshold. The heavy front door was cracked open just a sliver, letting in a cool blast of outdoor air that smelled like damp pavement and fallen leaves. I charged straight toward the opening, navigating through a tight obstacle lane of scattered sneakers. Right at the heavy wooden mat, I braked hard. The bristles on that welcome rug were like giant suspension testers! I lined up, rolled halfway across the rough fibers, and peeked through the sliver of sunlight hitting the porch step outside. Out there... that is definitely the next grand prix.