Full Speed Ahead

I wasn't about to keep that metal racecar sitting idle in my pocket. Outside the store entrance, I eyed a long wooden wheelchair ramp that stretched straight down toward the dirt lot. I knelt down at the very top plank, lined up the wheels dead center, and pulled my fist back. With one fierce flick of my knuckles, I launched it down the decline. It caught serious speed, vibrating like crazy over the plank grooves before launching off the lip and nose-diving right into a dusty patch of dry weeds. Cleanest high-speed run I've ever pulled off.