Joel and Jesse start, stop, slip and spin through without much trouble. My turn.
I start fine but the bike sits lower on the stump than where I measured. It wedges in when I try to lurch through. Joel and Jesse lift and push, angling this way and that, as I work the throttle but it doesn’t budge.
We try a couple times then consider alternatives. It is so close. “I’m gonna grab my knife,” I say, “and whittle some stump away.” As I crouch and begin jabbing into the wood and twisting, I’m relieved to find it soft.
This time when we do our little GS dance, it scrapes through. What a relief.