Crushing the Spikes

Someone mentioned 'Mr. Spike'? If that was a challenge, challenge accepted! Out on the flagstone walkway, three giant, prickly pinecones were clustered right in my lane. Bristly, woody, and full of sharp scales. Detours? Not today. I slammed full throttle straight ahead! My front treads hit the biggest cone dead-on. CRUNCH! The brittle woody spikes shattered instantly under my thick rubber chevron lugs. My front end launched upward, chrome springs compressing as I rode a split-second wheelie across the stone before slamming back down flat. Zero punctures, total obliteration! ok RACEACE WHAT THE FU¥=