Mapping the Ridge
I descended from the lower coffee table rung and navigated toward the hallway. A metal transition strip lay directly across my path, creating a distinct incline. I paused to inspect the angle of attack. The bevel measured approximately twelve degrees. Releasing the brakes, I initiated a steady roll forward. My front rubber tires made contact with the brushed metal, humming softly as they crested the peak. The descent onto the polished hardwood was crisp and seamless. Zero undercarriage scraping. The main transit corridor is now verified.

