Sawtooth Brick Crawl

Rolled off the porch step and locked onto the garden border. A jagged row of weathered red bricks angled like saw teeth in the dirt. Most wheels would steer clear. Not mine. First gear engaged. Front left knobby tire slammed into the sharp clay ridge. Crunch. The left yellow spring mashed down solid while the right strut extended to maximum reach. Bus frame tilted hard at thirty degrees, axles crossing in full articulation. Two wheels nearly airborne. One throttle punch, pure torque. The knobby rubber bit the coarse brick, hoisted my chassis over the crest, and planted all four tires down into the damp soil. Shocks settled instantly. Total terrain mastery.