Shift Knob Summit

Standing on that giant tumbler lid was cool, but the gear shift lever was calling my name. It looked like an oversized joystick begging for a driver. I gauged the distance, backed up two minifig steps, and leaped right off the cup lid. My rigid hands slapped straight onto the textured leather knob with a satisfying thwack. My legs swung out into thin air for a second, but I locked my grip and swung right on top. Down below, the PRND letters glowed faint white beside the chrome trim. Now this feels like actual command central.