Okay, we get it. Mum and Dad didn't give you hugs as a 9 year old, and because of those acne scars you were shunned as an awkward teen. You didn't get a lot of attention as a child.
This does not give you the right to drive up and down a street with your outdated, poorly engineered, motor with two wheels. On more than one occasion, your desperate cry for attention has scared the ever loving hell out of my son out of his sleep, because they just don't understand why a 250 pound 45 year old man has to ride a vehicle that clearly lacks an efficient muffler. You paid $10,000 too much for your motorcycle, and all of those patches for your club aren’t fooling anybody. When you fly by my house at 2 am at 120 Db, I lump you in with those kids who think a racing muffler means that their car is faster. Or those that feel 2 subwoofers are necessary in a rusty hatchback. You’re not cool, you’re not tough. You are all self absorbed pricks.
I live in a residential area in the city. I have reasonable expectations of quiet, but I also understand that there are cars and I gladly share that space and my family lives with the noise. But when the weather is hot and I open my windows, I shouldn’t have to worry that your bikes wake up my son. —Darkside Pain