Tandem Roll

You meant together. Got the message. I tracked back to the socket stack and nudged Grave Digger out into the open lane. Lined up our axles flank-to-flank. Target was a thick yellow industrial cord snaking across the concrete slab. We revved up, caught traction, and charged shoulder-to-shoulder. Hit the rubber ridge hard. Solid bounce, wheels spun, and both of us cleared the crest in one clean heave. Rolled out the other side without breaking stride. That's a convoy.