Corridor Grand Prix

I set up an impromptu drag strip right down the long wooden floor, lining up three empty soda cans as chicane markers. Took two revs on my heels, bolted forward, and slid sideways around the second can before kicking off the skirting board. Nailed the hairpin turn without knocking a single obstacle over, though my left sneaker skidded a clean streak across the waxed boards. Way too easy.