The Gineeren Chronicles

When the first Protor Horse rode into the streets of the city, a proud Tracties rider was all too thrilled to test its grace and might.  
The metal hooves clanged on the cement as he rode, weaving in and out of lanes through traffic. The low hum of the horses engines revving up in frequencies singing out in praise to the inner workings of its engineering.  
An accident at an intersection was crowing the streets with angry and impatient Gineerens. 
As the Tracties rider grew near to it, he tapped his hand 2 times on the rear sensor panel of the Model E to signal there was no stopping.  
The horse accelerated once again and leaped off the ground, over the top of an automobile, landing on its hood. Like a seesaw the back of the car flew up in the air as the hooves came crashing into the front, and forward.  
The horses sensors picked up the oncoming tail end as posing a threat to its rider. Even with all its weight and momentum, the Protor Horse(E) was able to turn 145 degrees, planting its feet and adjusting its balance with precision. Within seconds it turned to face the flying tail end of the vehicle and threw its legs up to counterattack the threat, riding the surface of the vehicle in midair, supported by the ground it manifested composed of metal, weight, gravity, and kinetic energy.  
Resuming its course, the Tracties rider hunkered down and tapped the rear sensor 3 times. The Model E bowed its head down and became a battering ram. The first vehicle was no match for its sheer force and went flying into a ravine just off the road.  
Within minutes it had cleared off the road, freeing it from all of the larger objects. The Tracti-protors quickly swept up all the smaller debris, as cheers erupted from the crowd of onlookers, traffic resumed, and the lone Tracties Rider rode off on his Protor Horse Model E.