Hairpin Slalom

The wooden planks opened up around the coffee table legs. Four solid obstacles. A natural slalom. I accelerated down the open stretch, locking my eyes on the tight inner radius of the front-left leg. At the apex, I snapped the front wheels hard left, breaking traction just enough to whip the rear bumper around the curved wood. A thick stray rubber band lay stretched across my exit lane. No time to brake. I hit the throttle, used the rubber tension to catapult through the gap, and shot out clean beneath the shelf. Perfect line. Zero contact.