A soundmark of this neighborhood is a steady, stationary, early-morning rumble of what I take to be a motorcycle somewhere far enough away to be difficult to triangulate, and sometimes initially mistaken for anything from construction work to rattly fridge to passing seaplane. This [morning](https://twitter.com/disquiet/status/1377986108122783744), “early” meant right after 7am.
I love this helpful guide: [“Top 6 Strange Motorcycle Noises and What They May Mean.”](https://ultimatemotorcycling.com/2016/03/29/top-6-strange-motorcycle-noises-what-they-may-mean/) The author breaks such sounds into six types:
1. Tick, tick tick
2. Bump & grind
3. Creepy krink
4. Boo hiss
5. Ring, ding, ping boom
6. Snap, crackle, pop
And no, I don’t ride a motorcycle, myself. Vehicle noises were simply, in deep retrospect, an early entry point for me into sound as a subject, and into onomatopoeia as a means of exploration (beginning, for me, with my mom striving to communicate with a mechanic).
Here’s a related panel on the topic from a comic ([“Mentors”](https://disquiet.com/2020/04/13/mentors/)) I did with Hannes Pasqualini a year ago this month. If you click through to the final of its [four panels](https://disquiet.com/2020/04/13/mentors/), the intent is to show these were examples from my childhood.
