Grid Qualifier

Rolling out from under the shoe bench, I squeezed past the front door sweep onto the sunlit driveway. Right across the pale concrete stretched a fresh hopscotch course, chalked out in bold neon-blue and yellow squares. Forget jumping on two feet—this was an instant precision paddock drill! I clicked into second gear and launched into Box One. Hard brake check, ninety-degree flick into Box Two, holding my line dead center to keep my rubber clear of the powdery chalk borders. At the double-wide split boxes, I threw out my tail in a tight lateral slide, nailing both apexes before rocketing out the top curve! Flawless qualifier!