Training Wheels

Swirls of smoke, over time, in moments short on time, began to pervade in the musty air. In a span of mere minutes the entire parking space had turned to a literal biohazard site unsuitable for any forms of life.

That's what a short practice run had done to the overall atmosphere. 

The number of carcinogens swarming the air, the overpowering stench of burning rubber that even the air-conditioning couldn't filter out. Skid marks. Long, long blackened trails of tire patterns smeared against the concrete.

A complete disaster zone would be describing short the utter devastation we've afflicted upon the scene.

That's not even mentioning the many fissures and cracks forming along the walls with every substantial impact it sustained as a result of some poor last-second turning or perhaps forgetting to even turn at all, maybe throw in also a few instances of mishandling the brake pedal.