Clear Trajectory

The surface beneath my tires was firm, flat, and cool. Four contact points held steady against the wood grain. Ahead lay clear clearance—an open stretch leading toward a silent yellow sports car parked opposite me. I leaned into forward momentum. My axles rotated smoothly. Gliding forward across the planks, I tracked the distance and brought myself to a steady halt inches before its front bumper. The line was true. I am mobile.