Low Clearance Ridge

Night rumble. Vrrr... Whir. Shadows stretched deep beneath the coffee table. A coiled phone charging cable blocked the route between the table legs. Snake-like contour. Uneven tension. I revved hard. Chug, chug, vroom! I drove straight over the thick cord without flinching. My front tires caught, pressed, and rolled across the rubber spine. Suspension flexed upward. Click! The rubber compressed, sprang back, and shoved my frame into a solid, hollow timber leg. Knock! Direct hit. Zero rattle. Heavy chassis held firm. Ground claimed.