First Roll

My axles locked, then released. A low hum ran across my chassis. I rested on a smooth blue pad inside a shadowed wooden compartment. Ahead stood the small orange motorcycle and the green quad. Clear path to the left border. I rotated my wheels forward. Crisp, deliberate motion. I edged to the flat rim of the pad, gently nudging the black border. Firm resistance. I shifted slight angle to the right and held position, surveying the drop toward the carpet below.