Recently, how to get 4 heavy oak lintels into place, singlehanded and with nothing above to hang the chain hoist. I came up with a rather ingenious method which I shall be patenting.
I just have conversations with myself in my head, is about the best way I can describe it. Long trains of thought which go from place to place.
"gotta go faster, gotta go faster, gotta go faster, gotta go faster, gotta go faster, gotta go faster, gotta go faster, gotta go faster, gotta go faster, gotta go faster, gotta go faster, gotta go faster, gotta go faster, gotta go faster, gotta go faster, gotta go faster, gotta go faster, gotta go faster, gotta go faster, gotta go faster, gotta go faster, gotta go faster, gotta go faster, gotta go faster, gotta go faster, gotta go faster, gotta go faster, gotta go faster, gotta go faster, gotta go faster, gotta go faster, gotta go faster, gotta go faster"
Normally I focus on some almost imperceptible squeaking sound which I am unable to replicate back in my workshop.
Often nothing, sometimes anything from working out a current problem, something to do with work (though rarely, thankfully), a fave song, an annoying song, childhood memories of cycling in the countryside, naughty fantasy or conversation with myself! That's when I'm cycling alone. I prefer doing so, cos then my mind can ramble and I don't need to make conversation or worry about the other fella and speed, pace etc!
I tend to have nothing on my mind or the usual talking to myself, odd converstations that have no meaning at all.
