Steering the Silver Wheel

I gripped that vine tight, hauled stiff Trunks under my arm, and slid straight down the outside of the fence! Thump! My sandals hit the hard, sunny concrete. We officially breached the perimeter! Leaning right against the cedar boards was a giant parked bicycle. Its silver spokes shot out in every direction like a massive pirate ship's helm! Leaving the captain's wheel alone was impossible. I propped Trunks against the thick black tire, leaped up, and grabbed two metal spokes with both hands. Digging my feet into the rubber tread, I threw all my weight sideways! Creak! The wheel rolled forward an inch. I roared at the street—our flagship is moving!