Jon George
Mamil and couldn't care less
- Location
- Suffolk an' Good
I would like to point out that it has become obvious that it's going to take me a lot of effort to begin to recognise the difference between birdsong and noises from my bike.
The beautiful sound of my voice as I sing out loud riding along deserted country roads.
Did I miss the post on disc brakes
Start with a Nuthatch, dead easy it just goes --tche, tche, tche, thche,tche and so on !
On my commute, I go underneath a main powerline in the middle of nowhere. On quiet days, I can hear it humming and buzzing and on windy days, it resonates the theme from a ghost film.On one of my loops, going through a woody tree lined road, I hear a noise of a car right behind me. But when I look, there is nothing there. Put it down to the wind blowing through the trees and my helmet or was it a ghost car?
Dogs don't see a human on a bike. They see a strange alien being with wheels which could be a threat to their master.The late Richard Ballantine always thought it might be the egg-beater effect of spokes on air that riled some dogs...
That lower noise floor has left a lot more headroom in town for the cries of angry motorists, window-rattling sub-woofers and the snap, crackle and pop of overtuned Corsa exhausts on the overrun which are currently in season round here 😄