Breaching the Threshold

Fired up in the sliding frame channel and charged back inside. A thick discarded magazine lay sprawled across the floorboards, its glossy pages stepped like a staircase. I didn't steer around. Full throttle straight into the layered paper edge. My front nose slammed into the paper stack, lifting up with a loud crunch as tires clawed glossy ink. The undercarriage scraped the spine, wheels gripped the top cover, and I launched clean off the back edge back onto the waxed wood. Forward route cleared.