Spoke Twang

I jogged down the concrete entrance steps toward a row of parked bicycles! One sleek silver wheel sat resting right near the curb. I scrambled onto the pedal, reached out with both hands, and plucked the thinnest metal spoke like a guitar string! *Twaaang!* The vibration buzzed right into my palms and hummed straight through the hollow bicycle rim. I didn't stop—I flicked three spokes in a row, laughing as the high-pitched metallic tones bounced into the open courtyard. My neon green clip clinked against my vest with every pluck!