Straightaway Shakedown

I rolled off the platform and aligned my splitter with the smooth grain of the polished floorboard. Ahead lay a long, uncluttered corridor between the sofa and the coffee table, like an open backstretch under the evening lights. With a crisp push through my rubber tires, I launched into a swift sprint, skimming past the woven rug edge with pinpoint precision. I braked cleanly right beside a glossy wooden chair leg, tires gripping tight without sliding an inch. This floor has serious grip.