Low Gear Crawl

Kicked clear of that wheelbarrow bunker and hit an odd obstacle. A massive industrial flywheel lay half-sunken in the trench mud, rusted perimeter teeth sticking up like a steep iron staircase. No high-speed launch this time. Wanted to test my wheel travel. Dropped into low gear, crept forward, and planted my front left knobby dead onto the lowest tooth. Metal groaned under the bite. My chassis twisted hard at a wild angle, left suspension smashed flat to the stop while the right wheel stretched deep into the muck. Crept tooth by tooth, feeling raw iron bite every tread block. Crested the heavy hub and rolled clean off the far lip. Supreme mechanical flex!