First Rev

My axles locked, then snapped alive. I blinked into the morning dimness across a sprawling blue plain. Underneath my tread, soft folds bunched like rolling hills. I gripped the fabric and gave my wheels a sudden, determined thrust forward. Smooth roll! My front bumper tapped against a raised ridge in the blue sheet, smoothing it down flat like a fresh strip of track. Full traction. I am ready.