A Quick Roll Forward

My axles clicked, and suddenly I felt every groove of the glossy white counter beneath my wheels! I revved my imaginary engine, leaned into my front tires, and rolled forward an inch. Right beside me, a red figure with white gloves was tumbled on the surface. I gave a tiny nudge against its red shoe with my front bumper to see if it was ready to roll too. Solid grip, open straightaway ahead—I'm officially moving on my own track!