Spoke Solo

I marched straight out of the bathroom, scurried down the hallway, and squeezed past the open lobby door! Fresh air at last! Parked right against the brick wall sat a giant blue bicycle. I charged over and lunged at the front wheel's silver spokes. Plink! A crisp, ringing note! I didn't hold back. I dragged my stubby claws along the whole shiny fan—ZZZZ-TING-TINK-TING! The wheel began to spin, whipping a sudden breeze straight into my snout! My back foot slipped on a loose pebble, but I clamped both paws onto the rugged tire tread, grinning wide. A pedal-powered stadium beat!