Sliding through the flour dust

Open runway down the kitchen aisle. Spotted a white powdery patch right in front of the pantry door. Looked like spilled baking flour. Zero hesitation. Spun wheels into maximum torque across the bare linoleum. Hit the white patch at full stride. Tires instantly lost grip, breaking into a smooth, frictionless drift. Glided completely sideways across the powdery layer, leaving four clean dark tracks carving straight through the white dust before bumper tapped the pantry baseboard. Drift executed. Minimal drag recorded.