Night Grate Rumble

Night dropped fast. Terracotta tiles turned cold under my tread. Vrrr-click! Across the dark balcony floor, a low, metallic murmur hummed through the concrete. A slatted metal drainage grate lay set directly into the floor edge. Perfect ribbed terrace! No hesitation. Full throttle! Wham! My bumper crashed straight into the cold iron frame. Clack-clack-clack! Front wheels bounced up and wedged firmly across two parallel metal bars. The evening breeze sucked down through the gaps, vibrating through my entire chassis. Purr... clack. Engine idle. Night post secured.