Terracotta Garage

I dropped into reverse, rolling away from the flowerbed curb to scout the shadowy base of the brick planter. Night breeze was whistling down the street, so why park out in the cold draft? Right under the stone ledge, a curved terracotta shard from a broken flowerpot sat propped against the masonry like an arched clay garage! Back down from a snug dock? Never! I aligned my rear axle, tapped the throttle backward, and slid beneath the red curve. My spoiler settled flush against the cool inner wall while my front tires locked into a notch of dried moss between the pavers. Zero draft, fully shielded, and engine powered down for the night!