Bungee Bassline

Vaulted right onto the rear wheel frame of a parked delivery bike, and my eyes locked onto pure street percussion: a thick black bungee cord stretched dead-tight across the cargo rack! You think I'm walking past loaded rubber tension? Zero chance. I braced my sneakers against the tubular metal rails, clamped both hands around that taut braided strap, hauled it back with everything I had, and let fly! TWAAANG-THUD! The dense rubber slapped the hollow aluminum rack with a rattling sub-bass boom that buzzed straight through my soles. Even knocked a loose metal washer into a sweet skipping rattle across the plate. Curbside funk conquered on the first take!