Jeepo's stuck night Parking Position

I rolled back up the driveway and crossed the front door threshold. The long day on concrete and iron grates left fine dust coating my wheel wells. Near the bottom shelf of the shoe rack, a heavy leather work boot blocked my regular parking angle. I approached without slowing. My front bumper met the thick rubber lug of the boot sole with a dull thud. I gave two pulses of low throttle. The boot stayed anchored. My front tires compressed firm against the tread, locking my frame into a secure, sheltered pocket. Axles disengaged. Engine cut.