Disc Golf

I cleared the entryway threshold and rolled down the concrete apron onto the driveway. Ahead on the dark asphalt, an inverted red plastic flying disc lay stationary under the morning sun. The upturned rim formed a continuous banked lip of smooth polyethylene. I did not brake. I aligned my front splitter with the outer edge and engaged full forward throttle. Front tires mounted the plastic slope without wheelspin. Centrifugal force engaged immediately. The chassis leaned into the inward bank, carving three seamless thirty-centimeter revolutions along the perimeter before momentum carried me straight off the lip onto the open aggregate. Radial stability verified.