Sound cycle

As I cycled down Park ave. I closed my eyes for a second and all I could heard were the sounds of cars whistling by.  In a city where there is traffic all hours of the clock it seems that all you hear are the sound of cars. I took my bike downtown and listened for the keynotes of cars starting up and slowing down.  You could hear the engine starting up louder then, than it did if the car was going at a consistent pace.  As I head in the direction of traffic, the sound of cars passing in my direction sounded in the wind and it was a much smoother sound than the cars passing in the other direction.  At one point, when there were multiple cars driving at the same pace it sounded beautiful, like the sound of rain in the city with traffic outside.  I could hear sound marks from larger trucks in the distant area that were audible from a block away, some were louder than others. And in the insides of trucks I could hear the sounds of objects banging as the vehicles, usually trucks, moved along the road.  As I changed neighborhoods onto a more vibrant street, the sounds grew louder with traffic as I witnessed an unusually large cluster of traffic for 9 pm. As I passed people walking along the sidewalks, I could hear sounds of people laughing, a baby crying, and the usual sounds of people talking to one another but they were not loud enough to understand.  I came to the corner of the street where a bar stood and I could hear the loud sound of people socializing and networking.  The keynote sounds were some beat that nobody was acknowledged absentmindedly.  I heard a few cars honking at each other.  As I waited for the light to change, I heard a man walking by with headphones and an iphone tap his leg loud enough for me to notice.  I heard people yelling at one another in a street until they were close enough to whisper.  I could even hear the sounds of conversations among people inside their cars.  And footsteps, many footsteps.  I heard a man scuffing his shoes as he carried plastic bags of groceries which made sounds as they brushed against his leg while walking with them.  As I had expected the obvious sounds were easily identifiable, but the wind and distant sounds were not so keen on my hearing unless I focused to them and was able to clock out the close sound signals.