As Billy entered the zone, his concentration was paramount. The valley he planned to traverse while operating his one-wheeled machine was treacherous. One false move, and its effects would be irreversible.
The intimidating machine partially masked Billy’s vision as it traveled the gully. To combat the blind spots, Billy steered utilizing a zigzag pattern, avoiding the ridges along the way.
Billy’s reputation was one of fearlessness, but truth be told, he was just plain lucky. Should the electric-powered wheel tear through the base of the canyon, his confidence would be blown to bits.
Moments before Billy completed his quest for glory, a shrill screech broke his concentration. Billy was visibly shaken, but managed to grind the machine to a halt.
“Do you think you can remove that scratch from my hood, young man?”
Billy forced himself to respond, using an even-mannered tone.
“Yes, Mrs. Smith. I think everything is going to turn out just fine.”
Billy winged the throttle of his rotary polisher, inspected its wheel, and got back to work.