I am a person who is very reliant on my sense of sight. It's refreshing to describe a day in terms of what I heard. Throughout the day, I remember many cycles consisting of resigned "oh boy" or "ugh" then panting and deep breathing, then the loud roar of wind by my ears accentuated by the additional rush of passing cars. On the rare flat parts, I remember the grinding of gears on every pedal stroke with the clunking of chains being moved from one gear to another. These noises are already becoming familiar and comforting in their rhythm.
At camp, the characteristic shuffling of tent fabric and clinks of tent poles mixed in with lots of laughing. There was even a sudden loud bang from the inner tube that exploded after over-inflated the front tire. Now as I settle into bed, my two friends' snoring blend in with the massive choir of frogs nearby, and for a perfect ending to our first real cycling day, a nearby loon throws in one final call before I reach for my earplugs. :)
Janius Tsang
