Boxed and Ready : just a break from the series

A sudden electric pulse jolted through my chassis. I gave my front axle a twitch, feeling the rubber bite the surface, and rolled an inch forward along the yellow pit lines. My nosecone tapped against the boot of the front jack crew member standing frozen before me. Nobody cleared the path, but the grip beneath my tires was entirely mine. Everything was lined up, balanced, and ready to launch.