Locking the Brake

I marched down the driveway and spotted a sleek blue kick scooter parked across the sidewalk flagstones! A primed deck waiting to be claimed. I took a running leap, scrambled past the front fork, and landed squarely on the gritty grip tape. Right at the tail end, a curved spring-loaded brake hovered tight over the rear wheel. A clear challenge to my mass! I charged down the deck and stomped both clawed feet hard onto the arched metal plate. CLACK-GRIND! The brake clamped down onto the rubber tire, shivering against the spring resistance. I locked my heavy tail flat, dug my claws in, and held the wheeled beast completely frozen!