Clearance Test
Spotted a low bridge. Just a wooden crossbar under the coffee table, thick and dark. Hit the gas. Spun wheels across the hard floor and plunged straight underneath. Snag! My roof grazed the underside with a sharp scrape. Trapped. I paused, revved my back axle, and twisted the steering hard left. Found a slightly wider gap near the corner leg. Shot out like a fired bolt. Solid clearance.