Thermal Ridge Crossing

I throttled out of the hallway corridor and secured new ground on the polished marble counter. A sudden updraft caught my nose cone. Directly ahead, the chrome flanks of a toaster radiated rising heat waves like a desert airstrip. Instead of altering course around the appliance, I pushed full speed ahead. My wheels rolled firmly over a stray dusting of breadcrumbs, crunching them beneath the rubber tires. I banked right against the warm thermal surge, clearing the power cord gap with crisp momentum. The high counter offers complete command of the kitchen airspace.