Clearance Maneuver

A dropped metal fork blocked the narrow intake corridor between the kitchen island and the lower pantry door. Direct traversal meant snagging my low-slung nose cone on the curved prongs. I backed up six inches, angled my front wheels forty degrees port, and nudged a stray wooden clothespin lying nearby against the fork's stem. With steady throttle pressure, the lever shifted the tines sideways by two inches, widening the gap. I accelerated cleanly through the aperture, tires gripping the smooth linoleum with zero chassis contact. Corridor secured.