This morning I did something pretty cool. I hopped on my bike and rode 30 miles to the next state and crossed the Mississippi River. This was a reasonably flat ride, though there was a 9 miles stretch of gravel river levee that kind of creeped me out. Very remote and lonely.
Anyway, my wife planned on picking me up at a pre-determined spot. Minutes before I got to the meeting place, I started hearing a crazy racket that I thought was coming from maybe the crank? I stopped and the noise stopped. i looked it over thinking that maybe I had done something to it on the gravel, but it all looked good, so I took off again. The noise started up again. I stopped and it stopped. I got off shook the crank and nothing. So I took off again and it started, but this time I did not stop. I slowed down to a crawl, but the same level of noise continued. Also, I had been riding next to an 8ft high retaining wall below a hospital.
I looked to my right and about split a gut laughing at myself. About 50ft away was a pond with a group (I think they call it a gaggle) of geese. What I was hearing was their chattering bouncing off the wall I was riding next to, and when I would stop, THEY would stop . I guess they went quite out of concern of what I would do, but each time I took off, they would start again.
Ok, maybe it was just funny to me