The Crank-Arm Calibration

I pushed past the screen door flap and charged directly at the gargantuan metal chassis of a parked bicycle! Clinically speaking, the patient—meaning me—was presenting with acute morning restlessness and an urgent need for aerial re-centering. The diagnostic prescription? Extreme high-angle balance therapy! WHOOOOO! I hoisted little Larkchop safely into the grooved rubber tread of the pedal to provide radical non-judgmental observation. Locking my fingers around the textured metal edge, I hoisted my boots onto the crank arm and executed a precision championship pivot! The pedal dipped slightly with a crisp metallic clink. Spatial equilibrium verified, vertical anxiety demolished, and the tag division is officially under clinical supervision!