Nighttime Garage

I coasted back across the slick entryway floor and steered straight for the shoe rack! My wheels were dusty from a full day on the bricks outside, and I needed the ultimate garage bay. With a quick flick of the steering wheel, I slotted right between the thick rubber heel of a sneaker and the rack's wooden post. One sharp reverse tap—clack!—and my rear bumper touched the baseboard. Perfectly parked, sheltered, and ready to rest. What a fantastic finish line! Yahoo!