First Roll Across the Grain

Perimeter clear. Axles unlocked. I felt the pulse first in my front wheels, a steady hum through the frame. The wide gray surface stretched out before me like a vast open highway. Directly ahead lay a tiny crumb scattered on the planks. I did not veer. I drove forward, smooth and deliberate, letting my front bumper nudge the obstacle aside before coming to a firm, disciplined stop.