Ricochet Run

I kicked out from under the hiking boot and surged onto the living room floorboards. Right by the sofa corner, a stray ping-pong ball sat nestled against a stack of magazines. Prime kinetic target. I dropped down a gear, aligned my front splitter with its curved white hull, and delivered a sharp forward shunt. Clack! The hollow sphere shot off the wood, rebounded hard against the magazine spine, and banked off a wooden chair leg straight back toward me. No hesitation. I snapped into a hard counter-steer, caught the return volley clean against my front left tire, and redirected it straight under the credenza. Flawless geometry.