Saturday, 28 July 2012

Auto-Ethnogoraphy - Biking



Pulling back the blue canvas flaps of my biking shoes, greeted by the stale smell of sweat, comforted by the snug warn-in hug as my feet are pushed in. The sweet tearing sound of velcro being ripped open tears through the quiet air. The bike it's is black, light weight with the residue of grass etched on it from the last ride accompanied by the sting of grease. The sweet rubber smoothly grips the handles, the helmet reassuringly grips around my head, a plastic strap gently digging into my skin under my jaw. My shoes clunk noisily on the concrete before click of my shoes locking into place, followed by momentary flush of fear of confinement. My heart beats faster with anticipation. The wheels tick as they spin, the spokes casting interwoven shadows on the pavement. A crackle-click and you change the silvery gears coated in thing black grease, the high pitched ring of the bell punctuating the quiet rumble of tires on concrete and the whistle of wind. A dragging sound erupts as the tires are pulled across the ground in an attempt to break. It takes me between 5 minutes to put all of my safety gear on and a further 10 minutes to ride to work, yet in total the committing time is halved by biking. I love my bike.

Breathing, warm feeling all over body, most used muscles,
Rush & excitement etc

Smell
Plastic, rubber, oil, metal, grass smell etched in from previous rides. Body oder from shoes from last ride. sweat
taste
infectious oil from the greased gears, salivation passing phases dry mouth
touch
smooth rubber, cool metal, greasy gears, warn-in tight fitting snug,
hear
the ticking of the wheel spinning, the crackle-click and you change gears, the high pitched ring of the bell. Velcro tearing sound, dragging sound of breaking too quickly, the quiet rumble of tires on concrete, the whistle of wind. Click of the shoes locking into place followed by momentary flush of fear of confinement. Clicking of shoes on concrete.
see
blue & black shoes, shiny silver gears coated in a thin black grease. Crisscrossing lines of wheels.
other
heart beating faster with anticipation.

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