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Bicyclists are chatty
Aug. 1st, 2017 08:30 amI never realized how chatty bicyclists are until I lived in this neighborhood - even though I was a bicyclist! (Please don't leave a comment that you hate bicyclists. This is my space and I am tired of hearing it.)
Hundreds of bicycles go by here every day. It's a quiet side street so I hear snatches of their conversation drifting up on the breeze. I swear the guy that just rode by was saying something about his brother and a spider in Minnesota. That's about as much as I ever hear before they are gone. One or two phrases, often mysterious. It's a fun game, to weave stories around this stuff. Does his brother have a Can-Am Spyder? Was he bitten by a spider? What kind of spiders do they have in Minnesota?
I remember chatting with the other bicyclists, and it never occurred to me that people could hear us. You get enough wind in your ears, that you automatically raise your voice, but other bicyclists are still not always easy to hear; you end up repeating yourselves. It doesn't feel like your voice would carry that much.
I would say they still have a similar level of privacy, to what they think they have - the Minnesota spider thing is about as much as I ever catch; I'm not overhearing enough to make it juicy gossip. The voices are often gone before I quite realize what they are.
I love it that we get all these bicyclists. They're like colorful birds swooping by.
Hundreds of bicycles go by here every day. It's a quiet side street so I hear snatches of their conversation drifting up on the breeze. I swear the guy that just rode by was saying something about his brother and a spider in Minnesota. That's about as much as I ever hear before they are gone. One or two phrases, often mysterious. It's a fun game, to weave stories around this stuff. Does his brother have a Can-Am Spyder? Was he bitten by a spider? What kind of spiders do they have in Minnesota?
I remember chatting with the other bicyclists, and it never occurred to me that people could hear us. You get enough wind in your ears, that you automatically raise your voice, but other bicyclists are still not always easy to hear; you end up repeating yourselves. It doesn't feel like your voice would carry that much.
I would say they still have a similar level of privacy, to what they think they have - the Minnesota spider thing is about as much as I ever catch; I'm not overhearing enough to make it juicy gossip. The voices are often gone before I quite realize what they are.
I love it that we get all these bicyclists. They're like colorful birds swooping by.
