Brick Ridge Conquest

Spotted a crooked red landscaping brick sticking up like a fortress wall along the dirt trench! No skirting the perimeter. I locked my front wheels straight at the rough clay edge, revved my motor, and charged! CRUNCH! Big front rubber bit hard into mossy grit, chassis bucked skyward, and my back tires churned damp soil into black roostertails. Tilted hard sideways on two wheels—wham!—slammed down solid on top of the red masonry ridge. Engine hot, suspension flexed, conquering the peak!