Gear Inspection

Morning came, and staying indoors was out of the question! I zipped right past the front door threshold and followed the driveway down toward a full-sized bicycle parked on the pavement. Leaning against its kickstand, I spotted something brilliant: a heavy metal gear cog glistening right in the morning sun. I gripped the cool spoke of the front wheel with one gloved hand, stood up on my toes, and gave the bicycle pedal a solid shove. The whole chain rattled to life with a satisfying metallic click. That's what I call a proper morning wake-up call!