He shifted into drive. Normally, this much powder would have high-centered the truck in seconds. Instead, the Mattracks hummed. They didn’t cut into the snow; they floated on top of it. He felt the massive surface area grip the ice underneath, turning his commuter truck into a mountain-climbing beast.
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As they headed back down the mountain, the truck sure-footed and steady, she looked at the triangular treads biting into the Siberian landscape. "Glad you didn't buy that boat instead, Dad." He shifted into drive
Elias grinned, feeling the unstoppable pulse of the tracks beneath him. "Me too, kid. Me too." They didn’t cut into the snow; they floated on top of it
Elias sat in the cab of his Ford F-150, watching the snow climb past his wheel wells. He was a contractor by trade, but today he was supposed to be a lifeline. His daughter was stuck at the high-altitude weather station, and the county plows had already given up.