Cable Tangle Traverse

Rolled back inside as evening fell. Found a thick, coiled charging cord sprawled across the floorboards near the coffee table. A rubbery snake blockading the path. Reverse? Never. Locked my gaze straight ahead and throttled up. Front knobby tires met the slick rubber jacket—slight slip, then massive bite. The yellow shock springs compressed hard as my chassis pitched up at a sharp angle. One heavy bounce, axles flexing in tandem, and I dropped cleanly down the other side. Snagged a stray fuzz ball on the front bumper pin along the way. Path cleared. Suspension proven.