Taking the Inside Line

Smooth hardwood, zero traffic, and an open straightaway stretching straight down the hall. I spotted the narrow chicane between the rug edge and the baseboard, clipped the apex right past a dropped TV remote, and held the line clean. No hesitation, pure downforce. Anyone else would've scrubbed speed on that transition, but I leaned into the turn and shaved seconds off a lap time that nobody else here could touch. The undisputed hallway record is officially locked down—feel free to bring out the podium whenever you're ready.