I've added a new one to my collection of funny noises.
Today I heard an alarming squeak, squeak, squeak, just as I was
meeting a UPS truck on a back road and couldn't spare attention to
track it down.
The squeak got louder as the truck approached, and faded away as it
departed.
The all-time champion was a clinking in exact time to my pedal
strokes. Nothing was bumping, I couldn't find any flaw in my pedals
and cranks. The noise was eventually tracked down to two coins and a
tube of chapstick in my jeans pocket.
Another mysterious clinking turned out to be a kid at a lemonade stand
ringing a bell.
A wayward tire hitting the frame again just when I thought I'd finally
got it firmly centered turned out to be a chirping flagpole.
Apparently the wind was moving the rope just so.
Once when I was crossing a high bridge, a clanking perfectly timed to
my wheel rotation turned out to be a bird flying along beside me. I
swear, that bird was smirking.
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