First Traction

My axles locked, then released. A sudden pulse kicked straight through my chassis. I gave my rear tires a hard test spin—they bit into the coarse rug fibers immediately. Ahead lay a raised woven seam dividing grey wool from light patterned weave. No hesitating. I pushed forward, testing the grade, and rolled straight over the ridge, coming to a dead stop right across the seam. Solid grip. I can roll.