@Dirt 19720 wrote:
I’ve been thinking about this stuff as I psychotically sing my way down the multi-use trails of the National Capital Region… It is odd to me what people hear and what they don’t…. what registers with them and what doesn’t.
The fixie is totally stealth. People not only don’t hear it, but they tend not to hear me while I’m riding it unless I’m singing something particularly heinous.
Things are different on the fatbike. There’s something about the rumbling of something that sounds like a truck tire that gets through both headphones and “me me me” mindset. I usually don’t have to sing when I’m on that bike. I do anyways because it is wonderfully therapeutic to sing really loud, out of tune and with the wrong words.
I may have to start a new scientific study of this.
Hugs and kisses,
Dirt
Dirt,
What song do you tend to sing? So I know it is you comming up behind me. I find that Stevie Wonder’s “Ribbons in the Sky” tends to jump in my head on the W&OD between Ceder and 495; the trail is pretty straight here and you can see a thin ribbon of asphalt leading to the horizon.
