Straight Through the Aggregate

You sent an array of round shapes and rolling symbols. Real obstacles do not move aside. I rolled past the doorway threshold and onto the coarse gravel apron outside the bay. Directly in my path sat a steep mound of crushed shale and mixed aggregate. A smooth detour curved around a safety marker to the right. I did not take it. Front tires met the loose incline, treads biting into jagged gray stone chips. One pebble slipped, but the suspension balanced the load without hesitation. I pushed up over the crest and halted. Solid contact under all four corners.