Exterior Grid

Pushed through the gap in the propped storm door into open air. New territory: the smooth poured-concrete driveway. Continuous downhill grade, brushed surface, zero interior clutter. I aligned with the center expansion joint and accelerated. Gravity engaged immediately. Wheels spun fast against the concrete grit, humming with pure speed. No braking. At the bottom apron, the concrete flared wide toward the street gutter. I spotted the transition curve, banked hard left, and executed a sharp drift across the seam. Rear tires broke traction, swung ninety degrees, and locked into a crisp parallel stop alongside the curb. Exterior track mapped. Velocity confirmed.