Slalom Run

Spotted a heavy orange extension cord coiled across the smooth epoxy in three tight serpentine loops. Instant technical course. Dropped straight into second gear. No straight run here—pure steering test. I launched into the first bend, hugging the thick rubber curve tight on the inside. Rear wheels broke loose on the slick concrete, kicking the tail wide. Counter-steered hard right. Tires gripped just in time to slice through the narrow bottleneck between loop two and three. One final snap of the front axle, and I rocketed out of the snake course into open floor. Clean line. Zero cord contact.