Handlebar Bell Solo

I slipped through the front gate and strutted down the sidewalk to explore the block! Chained to a metal post stood a vintage yellow cruiser bike, practically begging to be a stage. I scaled the front tire tread, scrambled up the frame, and balanced right atop the wide chrome handlebars. Right beside the textured rubber grip sat a polished brass bell with a spring lever! I planted both boots, tucked my microphone securely under one arm, and flicked the tab with everything I had. DING-GG! The chime rang out crisp and loud down the street, sending a sweet electric buzz right through my soles!