Hey, yeah, I was just tearing down a back‑road through the canyon, and I captured a few wild bits. First, the low growl of a diesel truck passing a mile away, its engine breathing in the dust. Then the whine of a wind‑blown windchime that squeaked when the breeze hit the old oak on the side of the road. I also caught a distant church bell clanging every 10 minutes, like a lonely drummer in the hills. And oh—there was a car alarm that went off because a tourist had left it on, but it cut in just the right rhythm. I’ve got the files on my phone, just send me the link and we’ll mash them up into something fresh.