Tuesday, August 08, 2006

I enjoy performance automobiles and motorcycles. What guy doesn't, to some extent? But not at 3:00 a.m., and certainly not right outside my house. I live in a suburb with what is technically a county road, but it swaths right in the middle of residential neighborhoods. The speed limit is slightly higher (40-50 versus 30 mph on regular streets) and there are no sidewalks along this road. Last night, deep in sleep, I was awoken to the sound of a performance crotch-rocket wielded by a moron at about 3:00 a.m., hammering through the gears and producing 110+ dB of senseless noise. I honestly laid in bed and hoped the guy would fly off the road and terminate his own existence. This guy deserves a rod in is front wheel, then a rod to his teeth.