Teeter-Totter Run

Spotted a clear ruler propped right over a thick yellow marker on the hallway floor. Ramp check! I hit the incline with a sudden burst—clack! But instead of catching air, the plastic pivoted under my weight. My nose pitched downward, rear axle kicked into the air, and my chassis hung dead-center on the fulcrum. Whoa! Didn't panic. I revved forward and pulsed reverse, rocking the ruler back and forth like a tiny seesaw. Tap-clack, tap-clack! With one final surge of momentum, the nose slammed down against the floorboards and I shot off the edge with a bouncy landing.