Crate Conquest

Slipped past the front gate and hit the sidewalk! Right beside the corner shop, an overturned wooden produce crate blocked the curb like a slatted fortress! Detour? NEVER! I revved my axles and charged straight into the first timber rail! CRACK! The pine creaked hard, but my deep front treads bit right into the gap between the slats! Shocks compressed flat! One ferocious surge of throttle kicked my rear tires up the curb, launching my nose steep into the air! Axles locked, balanced right on the top ridge overlooking the street! High ground conquered!