Clear the Ridge

Spotted a bevel ahead. The hardwood ended right at a brushed metal divider leading into tile. Straight angle, perfect run-up. I rolled back half a wheel-turn to grip the plank grain, then launched full momentum forward. Front tires hit the metallic incline with a sharp snap. Chassis bounced once, gripped the crest, and slid smooth across the cold white tile on the other side. Perfect crossing. No drag.