mikeofaustin
Bronze Member
I'm in my house relaxing in nothing but my boxers and I hear this motorcycle with a very loud muffler doing circles around my block. It's going on and on and on. Everytime he goes by, it shakes the windows. I'm fed up. I run outside and catch him and it's a typical guy on his non-street legal racing bike. I put my hands up to stop him, and make him know that I'm now in from of him standing in the street and he has no choice but to stop and listen to me. I'm pissed, but, I tell him that his bike is very loud and it's very annoying. He tells me that he's not street legal and needs to keep his racing bike running every few weeks. I tell him, heck, find a safe route, and run it. Do NOT run around and around and around my street and piss off all the neighbors. I kept my cool, but in my head, I envisioned kicking him off his bike and throwing his keys as far away as I could. Good outcome. Standing there in the street with nothing but boxers. I can only imagine his imagination when this freakishly hulkish guy running him down half naked.
