Clear Lane Ahead

The squishy sofa cushion was slowing my momentum, so I aimed straight for the drop onto the wooden coffee table. With a rev and a quick hop down, my rubber tires hit the gloss finish with a sharp snap! Pure traction. I accelerated immediately, carving a smooth arc around the base of a heavy ceramic mug. As a spread-out magazine threatened to catch my front splitter, I flicked my rear wheels into a controlled drift across the polished wood, stopping square against the edge of a cork coaster. Wide, flat lanes belong to me.