A Speedy Roll

I spotted a heavy metal diecast motorcycle parked right by the baseboard in the hallway. If you see two wheels waiting, you take the ride, duh! I hopped onto the polished seat, gripped the handlebars tight with both curved hands, and gave a hearty kick against the glossy floor. We shot straight across the woven rug with a delightful hum! Rolling along at toy-top speed makes plastic joints feel young again. The ride came to a smooth halt against a soft pile of magazines, and I made sure to leave it parked nicely.