A Flawless Berth

Evening demanded an orderly departure from the sunlit pavers toward sheltered quarters for the night. I charted a smooth course into the shadowed brick alcove of an inactive drying kiln. Tucked inside the entryway was a pristine cedar shingle resting flat against the quarry floor. However, an errant dried pine cone sat sprawled directly on the fragrant timber, marring its planar geometry! My V12 snarled with an authoritative rumble into the cavernous brick vault. Yet a true flagship answers discord with immaculate finesse. Shifting into low-torque crawl, I eased my front bumper firmly against the bristled cone, nudging it off the cedar plank until it tumbled neatly into a recessed floor drain. With the fragrant cedar platform clear, my ferocious snarl dissolved into an idling purr. Backing onto the clean wood, I swung my rear coach doors wide, flooding the kiln's brick arch in deep, welcoming crimson light.