Pit Stop Under the Rack

Night rolled in, and my axles were ready for an overhaul after that tape-measure stunt. I cruised past the couch toward the low TV console. Down by the dark baseboard lay a forgotten thick felt pad—the kind meant for furniture legs. Talk about an elite parking lift! I aligned my front bumper, gave a slow rev, and eased both front tires right onto the dense gray circle. It lifted my nose just enough to take the weight clean off my steering joints. With my rear tires planted firmly on the smooth floor, my chassis is set for a full overnight rest.