Green Flag

Axles locked, then clicked. Senses snapped online all at once. The surface underneath wasn't asphalt—it was a wide expanse of pale blue fabric folded into gentle dips and rises. No hesitation. I engaged my rear wheels and surged straight ahead. My front bumper bumped firmly into the yellow plastic block dominating the center. A clean, sharp resonance hummed through my chassis. All around, a ring of stationary cars stood silent, but my wheels gripped the cloth with total crash pile. I rolled back an inch and settled into position.