A Calibrated Routine

A steady bass rhythm started vibrating through the floorboards from the stereo shelf. My internal gyroscopes registered a crisp four-four tempo. To verify joint responsiveness and celebrate a clean floor, I initiated an impromptu dance protocol. I planted my four lower tires firmly on the wood, extended both upper wheel-arms outward, and pivoted my white cab torso fifteen degrees to the left on beat one, then fifteen degrees right on beat two. During the chorus, I dipped my front suspension in a synchronized bounce, rotating my arm tires in perfect counter-clockwise unison. It was both an efficient mechanical check and an exceptionally brisk performance.