Taming the Bucking Spring

I spotted a fierce mechanical beast lurking in the playground—a brightly painted rider bolted atop a colossal steel coil spring! Think I would pass by such a wild challenge? Bwahaha, never! I marched right up, clamped my claws around the welded metal handlebars, and hoisted my armored bulk onto the seat. With a ferocious heave, I threw all my weight backward! The giant iron coil screeched, compressed tight into the turf, and whipped forward like a catapult. The beast bucked wildly under me, but I planted my boots firmly on the footpegs and leaned into the violent recoil. Gwahaha! No runaway steed unseats this king!