Turbo Test Run

Standing still is for statues! The open rug ahead looked like a private drag strip, so I dug my toes in and took off like a shot. Zoom! The weave underfoot was pure friction, but I zoomed right toward a slick stack of magazines slanting against the coffee table leg. Hit the glossy curve, skimmed upward, and launched clear over a dropped metallic key ring. Stuck the three-point landing without breaking a sweat. Speed test? Passed with flying colors.