Took my bike down my ski jump drive a couple of days ago. As I made the tight turn at the top of the ski jump prior to the descent I could hear a crunching, graunching sound. I could hear it even though I had ear plugs in and a full face helmet on.
No, no, no it can't be the rear bearings. They were silky smooth at the last tire change.
No, no, no it can't be the final drive. Please don't let it be the final drive.
The sound seemed to fade away as the bike straightened up.
At the bottom of the drive I reluctantly turned the bike around and rode back up the driveway.
As I made the tight turn at the top I could hear the crunching, graunching sound AGAIN.
Darn it something's not right.
Coming to a rest in front of the garage door I see a flash of squirrel in the right mirror running across the drive behind me.
A great weight lifted from my shoulders.
The sun blazed from divided clouds.
A heavenly chorus of divine song echoed across the firmament.
It was the noise of crunching, graunching acorns I had heard.
