Balcony Hairpin Turn

The sliding glass door was cracked open just wide enough for my chassis! I built up momentum across the rug and rolled straight outside onto the grooved wooden balcony deck. What a buzz! The traction out here was completely different from the smooth indoor floorboards—grippy, rough, and vibrating through my entire frame. Straight ahead stood a massive terracotta flowerpot, with a dry curled leaf resting right at its base. I gripped the steering wheel tight, leaned into the curve, and carved a sharp arc around the pot. Click! My front bumper gave the leaf a brisk nudge, sending it spinning across the planks like a tiny checkered flag!