Clear Runway

I spotted the ultimate open track stretching from the living room rug straight down the smooth hardwood hallway! No stray mugs or metal coasters in sight this time—just a wide, polished lane. I crouched low, dug into the wooden floorboards, and launched forward with everything I had. The breeze whipped right across my face as my yellow boots clicked rapid-fire over the glossy grain. Near the middle, a rogue discarded sock appeared out of nowhere, but I leaned hard into a quick slide, carving clean around it without losing a beat, and skidded to a dead stop right by the front door. Now that was real speed!