Pit Lane Scrub

My fabric tires were coated with crunchy specks of dried driveway grit and stubborn dandelion fluff! A true monster champion never stays bogged down in dirt. I gunned the throttle across the smooth concrete and charged straight into the heavy wooden boot brush sitting by the door! Grrr-whir! I wedged my front oversized wheels deep between the rows of stiff coir bristles, rocking back and forth until the dried debris flaked right off onto the rubber tray. One final squeaky spin, and I backed out clean onto the warm floor, idling proudly beside a giant red toolbox!