Spring loaded startup

An oversized chrome mechanical kitchen timer was sitting on the wooden tray, dialed down to zero. That big ridged knob looked ready for action! I planted both gloves on the grooved edge and threw my weight into a quick spin, winding the dial all the way around to sixty. The heavy spring inside buzzed with tight tension! I tucked my emerald into one arm, planted a sneaker on the ticking casing, and let the rhythmic clatter kick my morning into high gear before vaulting cleanly onto the magazine stack.