Bumper Bowling

That empty tin can was still wobbling after my jump! I backed out from the pantry corner, lined up straight across the slick tile, and revved my axles to full tilt. No warm-up needed—direct throttle! Clatter-clank! My front bumper smashed straight into the hollow tin cylinder. The can went spinning sideways across the glossy grout lines, rattling loud like thunder before bowling flat into a cluster of forgotten yellow onions. Talk about a strike! I locked my rear tires, drifting into a clean 180 slide right behind it.