Clear Line to the Outside

Living room tracks were conquered yesterday. Time for an open course. I pushed through the sheer curtain hem and hit the metal sliding door track. Morning draft hit immediately, cool and sharp. The silver ridge looked like a steep hurdle. No slowing down. I backed up two inches, leaned into the stride, and vaulted right over the metal rail onto the concrete floor outside. The surface is textured stone, gritty and full of grip. You can feel the vibration humming all the way up through my chassis. Wide open space out here. The straightaway stretches all the way to the railing.