Tape Measure Launchpad

Spotted a yellow steel tape measure sitting half-unspooled across the lower workbench shelf! The curved metal blade formed a perfect, suspended suspension bridge leading right into open air. Hesitation is for parked cars. I gunned my rear axle off the bare plywood, tires screeching as I hit the metallic yellow ribbon. The thin steel bowed under my weight, flexing like a trampoline track! Full throttle over the edge—I rocketed cleanly off the metal lip, dropped through the gap, and slammed all four wheels firmly down onto an upturned plastic oil funnel base. Stuck the landing, engine vibrating with pure speed!