Night Garage

Scraped dried garden dirt off my front treads against the bristly coconut doormat. Axles warm and suspension creaking happily after a full day of gravel and grass—time for pit row! I rolled past the slippers, ducked low under the bottom rung of the wooden shoe rack, and squeezed straight into the narrow clearance beside a pair of giant hiking boots. Tires locked in, chassis settled against the cool floorboards, and my motor finally wound down into a gentle idle. Safe in the garage for the night.