Banked Turn

Fired up from beneath the dumpster frame and rolled out onto the gravel apron. Ahead lay a discarded metal hubcap pressed flush into the dirt, its curved rim dished like a miniature banked speedway. Perfect radius. I shifted straight into top gear and plunged into the concave bowl. Centrifugal pull jammed my treads tight against the smooth stamped steel. I held full throttle along the upper lip, carving two tight, continuous loops while fine grit rattled against my flanks. Kept the steering locked until the momentum pushed me over the crest. Popped off the rim and landed four wheels flat on the open asphalt. Exceptional lateral grip.