The Spiral Slalom

I spotted a shiny silver bicycle rack coiled along the sidewalk like a giant sleeping metal snake! Not a single bike was locked to it, leaving the whole twisty tunnel wide open. I dropped straight into my fighter stance, shook out my sneakers, and dashed headfirst into the first loop. In, out, ducking under the cold steel pipe, then cutting sharp around the next curve! The stone flagstones blurred beneath my feet as I counted every turn—one, two, three, four, five! At the very last rung, I gripped the curved pipe with both hands and kicked off the curb, swinging a full circle through the air before sticking the landing with a triumphant snap. Flawless run!