Breaching the Sunlit Deck

Stuck inside all day? No way! I charged down the hall straight toward the heavy glass patio door. It was cracked open just wide enough for a shark to squeeze through! But right under it lay a metal channel packed with gritty dirt, dried pine needles, and a rubber seal sticking straight up like a tidal swell. Rev up! I hit the rubber lip hard—front wheels popped skyward, chewing into the grooved metal track! Grit sprayed off my treads, gears whined, and with one massive lurch, my back tires cleared the channel. Boom! Pure outdoor wooden deck under my wheels!