The Bell Chime

I rolled out from behind the tire repair tin straight toward a shiny dome resting in the sawdust! An abandoned brass bicycle bell was sitting upside down on the smooth concrete like an uncoupled turntable dome. Hesitate? Not this engine! I lined up my plush bumper, revved my soft wheels, and gave the metal thumb-lever an eager, head-on shunt. Ping-clink! The bell rang out with a bright, cheerful chime that echoed straight through the rows of bicycle spokes! The lever clicked, the dome spun smoothly on its screw, and my morning route chimed wide open. All aboard!