Kinner is about to find out that Furiosa is a screamer. At least, she is in the sense that she yells blistering curses when frustrated. If she slams directly into the goddamn bike that's pulled in front of her, that's mutually assured destruction. A snowmobile is not a War Rig. On the other hand, into a thicket of trees is not the place to go when you're hauling a trailer. Whether there are other forces in wait or not, they could get hung up between trunks and stalled for a very long time.

"Kinner, get down!" She yells, and twists the wheel. The snowmobile swerves, but only a little bit--enough so that it hits the nose of the blocking bike rather than plowing into it broadside. Metal screeches and bends without fully giving way, and suddenly the alien bike and the snowmobile are locked together, roaring their way down the road.

The Glock comes up, fires a little wildly at the Fallen in the seat that's way too close beside them. The extra drag to one side makes steering dicey, too, unfortunately.