I have been around the hum and buzz of droning engines since I was a child, and I love it because it relaxes me. Pictured is our Harley trike where I sit in the queen chair with arm rests, a squishy seat, and a running board and highway pegs for my feet. I am spoiled.
You see, the sound overwhelms other sensations, which is probably why I seek sensory experiences, known as simply “sensory seeking.” I read on the internet about children who seek sensory input, and I understand why from a personal perspective. Is this why babies and toddlers fall asleep if parents take them for a car ride–the droning of the engine?
When I was a kid, my parents had a blue and yellow Piper Cub with call letters CF-NTN. It had two seats one behind the other and an area in the back for supplies. Once, my Dad was flying, so my Mum was in the seat behind his holding my younger sister, and my parents had a hind of moose in the back, and guess where I got to sit. Doesn’t smell very good, and I was just pissed.
The rest of the time when I sat in the second seat, I saw only sky, clouds, and pine trees and heard the loud drone of the engine. Everything else was drowned out by this noise. It comforted me.
Being on the trike does the same thing. It frees up my mind from all the sensory distractions by drowning them out, so I have time to think. After about 10 minutes on the trike, I start to relax and my mind feels deliciously quiet. No gesturing, talking people, ringing doorbells, ringing phones–just my own mind.
Hi ho, hi ho, it’s off on my Harley I go!