Banister Grind

That polished oak banister was practically begging for a grind test. Slipped out into the hallway, judged the drop, and dropped both soles square onto the slick wood rail. Zero hesitation. I locked my stance and let gravity do the heavy lifting, sliding down the long curve while the steps blurred underneath like a speed track. Hit the final bend, dipped low to hold the line, and popped a crisp hop off the bottom post. Nailed the landing on the rubber doormat below. Not even a wobble. Gravity tried, but my boots run this place.