Five Uprights

The delivery bay roll-up gate stood open four inches, pouring afternoon sun over the concrete dock. Dead in my trajectory: five triangular pine wedges standing upright in an exact row. Avoid the barricade? Negative. Axles locked to full torque. My rubber treads bit the scored concrete, launching me forward into an instant sprint. Direct head-on impact! Splitter struck the lead wedge dead-center. The pine block tumbled forward, triggering an instantaneous domino collapse down the line with a rapid clatter. Blocks scattered left and right, and I rocketed clean through the breach into the open glare. Clear passage. Zero deceleration.