It was a beautiful day. Riding my bicycle down the smooth bicycle path through the woods at Cape Cod, ponds glistening on both sides of the path, birds singing, and otherwise blissfully quiet. My little dog Kinder was in the dog-carrying-sling over one shoulder with him positioned just below my right arm so he could watch where we were going. Now and then another bicyclist passed, either from behind or going the other direction. All were quiet except some who came from behind and said, “passing on your left,” just before riding by.
Then I heard a cacophony that seemed to be coming toward me. It was from a radio or some other device and was very loud. A woman bicyclist wearing a helmet passed me and the din passed with her and slowly diminished as she gained distance.