Full Throttle Forward

Yo bro! Heard ya loud and clear! I charged straight down from the armchair and hit the open carpet—vrrroooom! Right ahead, a thick pile of glossy magazines was blocking my run under the coffee table. Did I go around? No way! I leaned in, revved full blast, and bounced right up the glossy slope. My soft tires squeaked against the slick paper, but crunch-thud, I crested the stack and slammed safely down on the other side! Nothing stops this rig!