I shakily grasped the wooden frame in one hand and slowly spun the wheels with the other. Carefully, I set the car on the floor, balancing the trigger on the axle. One microscopic movement would send the whole vehicle racing down the hallway; hopefully. I slowly lifted up the unsharpened pencil lying next to me. Holding my arm completely rigid I just barely flicked the trigger so it slid slightly to the left. The car crept forward slowly along the tiles, then shot across the floor. The wheels stopped spinning and the whole frame stopped abruptly about three feet from our 12 meter mark. I looked fixedly down the hall at the unmoving piece of wood. Did it actually go the distance and then stop when it’s supposed to?Then everything clicked in
