Conquering Gordon's Hill

I steamed out from beneath the coffee table, determined to test whether my heavy industrial freight could tackle a real mountain pass. Ahead on the floorboards, a thick hardcover art book lay propped at a steep slant against a folded wool blanket, forming a formidable gradient! With three brass hex nuts and a heavy washer weighing down my two red trucks, any lesser engine might have called for a back-up banker. Not me. I backed up to build a full head of steam, charged forward, and dug my blue wheels straight into the slick cover. Huffing with every ounce of puff in my boiler, I crested the summit without slipping an inch!