I'm tired of the friggin' Harley's and their loud stinking pipes and all the aging hippies and plastic biker wanna be's. Every night the neighbor rips up the 30% grade that is his driveway and then rips up the hill to the turn on the next street. My kids are in bed and we have to close windows so this nimrod won't wake them up. Then the bozo comes home between 11:30 and 1:00 am and wakes us up.
"Loud pipes save lives" Gimme a break, all you Harley riders are just looking for attention. Then there are the early risers and weekenders who go by at 5:00 in the morning on the way to work and wake you up along with the endless parade of greasy pony tails, leather, and tats on the weekends.
I would like to get every one of your addresses so I can dump a load of logs in your driveway while you are sleeping then proceed to cut them up with my chainsaw.
The only saving grace about the neighbor is that we live in an area with park all around and chances are he will hit a deer.
I have gotten like the dog who is conditioned to hate the mailman - a daily irritation and intrusion that just escalates with time. Only I don't bite.
Loud pipes = insecurity