Rug Ridge Strike

No coins? No toll booths! Open road! Vrrrr-clack! I throttled straight across the smooth floorboards. Ahead, a massive gray runner rug rose like a textured cliff. Pause. Engine hum vibrating in my front bumper. Accelerate! Wham! Hit the folded edge head-on. Front wheels lifted, gripped the heavy weave, and dragged me up the incline. Crrr-shhh! The thick threads buzzed under my axles. Top conquered. Track cleared.