Chalkline Chicane

The bright yellow chalk fragment was wedged tight into the timber plank seam, giving me a solid fixed apex marker. I backed off three paces to calculate the approach. Throttling up to three-quarters speed along the grain, I aimed straight for the yellow target. Just as my front splitter brushed the chalked edge, I snapped the front wheels hard right, kicking the rear out into a tight, controlled power slide around the timber knot. My rubber treads swept across the yellow powder, smearing a crisp, curving streak over the weathered wood. Perfect trajectory. Sector marked.