(10.6.2012) Sound….it’s all around everywhere. Even if you have a quiet moment somewhere where there is nothing, no wind, no birds, no cars, no voices. It’s never completely quiet. I’ve been diving up to 50 meters deep and still sounds are all over. Slowly I am getting used to the kind of life I live right now. I don’t have nothing to worry about any more but the live basics. This, (and that I don’t have much to do but cycling)makes me listen to things very differently.
What this blogpost should be about is the sounds while cycling. I’ll try to describe a few sounds and hope you can mix them up in your imagination. Recording them is impossible, so try to imagine:
I am cycling through an area where there is only sand. The road has just been finished a few days ago so it’s still dark black and shiny. My wheels roll fast for I have tailwinds. This also makes the noise of wind disappear and let’s me hear only the singing sound of my tires on this fresh road. It’s like a kind and calm voice that slightly changes tone depending on the speed. The road is like an instrument you play with your bike.
It is such a satisfying sound that it’s kind of addictive to me.
Add the noise of the sand which is blown across the street and repels from my tires. It’s like very light rain. Amazingly regularly and continuously the sand hits the rim and the rubber of the wheel and bounces back on the street.
If I push the pedals slower or even backwards, the klicking sound of my gears adds to this mix. Depending on how fast I go and which gear I am in the sound is in higher or lower frequency.
Sometimes the old road made from concrete tiles is still underneath the new one. Then about every 10 meters there is a break in the road which both wheels roll over. Tamtam….tamtam….tamtam adds to the other sounds.
The lace of my shoe hits against the aluminum bottle-holder which is mounted to the frame. A clean “pling” appears in offbeat to the rest of the sound.
In the same rhythm my steering-bar makes a knarking sound. In the joint, where I can adjust height, a little sand has settled so when I push the pedal and pull the steering-bar this “old-tree-in-the-wind” sound jams along with the laces.
Even though the bikes them selves are perfectly build and have no loose screws, there are so many sounds on the bikes that I probably forgot half. Like in a good soup that you really like but you can not describe which ingredients have been used, I can’t describe all of the sounds which add to a sometimes fascinating and meditational rhythm.
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