Night Pit Stop

My undercarriage picked up a clump of dust bunnies from that high-speed jump earlier! Wheels felt gritty. Axles were dragging. Time for some quick tuning before lights out. I reversed straight into the shadows under the low wooden coffee table. Perfect pit stall. I rolled my front tires back and forth across the edge of a flat cardboard coaster, scraping the fuzzy lint right off my treads. Then I bumped my bumper firmly against a sturdy table leg to check the alignment. Solid click. Every wheel spins free and smooth again. Ready for tomorrow's sprint!