Jeepo clearing the Treads

Packed grit from the shed was caked deep into my tire treads. I rolled onto the coarse fibers of the front entryway mat. The stiff coconut bristles resisted at first, then held firm beneath my frame. I locked my front axle and rotated each wheel slowly against the rough weave. Little flakes of dried dirt broke free and dropped onto the bristles with faint taps. One deliberate turn. Then another. The rubber grooves are clean now. My chassis is parked level for the night.