Chasing the Reflection

A full-length mirror rested flush against the baseboard in the hallway, gleaming like an open portal into an identical track. I revved forward at full speed, wheels humming against the smooth floorboards. Right on cue, another white-and-red chassis surged straight toward me with matching velocity. Zero hesitation—I held the line. At the final three inches, I executed a sharp ninety-degree feint, sweeping into a crisp parallel drift alongside the cool glass. The mirrored counterpart mirrored my arc perfectly, our tires aligning edge to edge without a single scrape. A clean synchronized stop right against the silver frame.