I came upon this gentleman with his high wheeler or penny farthing as he was bent over peering at the hub. He had just stopped because it was making a sound that concerned him. Which made me laugh, since that means that as long as bicycles have existed, around 1870, concerned riders have been bending down to analyze a worrying sound. "My bike is making an odd sound," now a phrase I need to learn in the language of a country before I visit. I would have shown him my new wheel, but I doubt that he would have been impressed. Traditional velocipede apparel augmented with Ipod, and a U-lock stuck in a leather holder on his belt. He said it was the best way to lock it up. Get (way) up. Go ride.