But, this isn't a blog entry about the bike. It's an entry about the noise.
It's rather quiet when I'm riding and I like that. I don't wear an audio device. I'm listening to the crickets.
There are other noises that jump out at me, and I'll point out some examples.
There are some instances where I frighten some of the neighborhood bunnies. You can hear their nails scratching on the pavement as they scamper to get away.
For weeks, there was an Interstate 81 paving project a few miles away. I rode nowhere near the interstate, but you could hear the back up warning beeps of the trucks as if we were on the same block.
A train moves through north Scranton in the pre dawn darkness. That one is most startling of all. The sound carries, and I can clearly hear the rumble of the engine as it chugs north.
Voices carry. Every other sound does, too.
The middle of the night is a great time to simply listen.
