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So I live in a strictly residential neighborhood made up of single family residences with an elementary school on its perimeter.
We have sidewalks along every side street and the main roads have sidewalks on each side. This is a neighborhood made up of young couples just starting out, or older folks winding things down.
I have a corner lot that on one side has the main road (25 mph, 25 ft wide) and on the other side a feeder road (25 mph, 18 ft wide) that I keep up pretty nicely.
I have had neighbors come up and ask me for advice on keeping the lawn up and what sort of plants work best. I love horticulture and enjoy conversing about it.
So, now that I have set up the stage...here is what happened this evening.
I host a "Cheap Wine Night" when the weather is right. We sit out on my front lawn (faces east so the sun does not melt you) and we visit.
So tonight we were doing this and someone comes screaming down the main road on the side of my house in a go cart.
This vehicle is running a Rotax engine with minimal mufflers at 75% or better throttle. He makes three passes and then is joined by it looks like his son, similar set up at increased velocity. The son is cutting donuts in the middle of the street.
We witness families walking with their kids quickly corralling their children and trying to determine what to do.
After four passes like this I get perturbed. I keep an ear out as I can tell what other streets they are racing up and down and can determine when they have hit this main road next to my house.
Soon I hear the whine of two engines running side by side coming down the road next to me.
I set my wine glass out and jog out into the middle of the road and face towards where they are coming from. From 150 feet out I can see them headed toward me.
I signal with my hands in that they are to shut it down. The older guy (I'm guessing the daddy) shuts it down but the younger (the son I assume) scoots on by me.
He asks me whats up?
I reply four times is enough.....
He says they have only been going 25 mph....(pure bull shit, they have been sprinting to enjoy the acceleration on this street and have easily been doing 40+) I
I yell back "I don't care.....your motors are well beyond noise limits and next time I'm calling the cops"
I go back to my front yard and sit with the neighbors and we enjoy the evening. Off in the distance I can hear their engines going up and down the streets but they stay our of our neck of the woods.
We have sidewalks along every side street and the main roads have sidewalks on each side. This is a neighborhood made up of young couples just starting out, or older folks winding things down.
I have a corner lot that on one side has the main road (25 mph, 25 ft wide) and on the other side a feeder road (25 mph, 18 ft wide) that I keep up pretty nicely.
I have had neighbors come up and ask me for advice on keeping the lawn up and what sort of plants work best. I love horticulture and enjoy conversing about it.
So, now that I have set up the stage...here is what happened this evening.
I host a "Cheap Wine Night" when the weather is right. We sit out on my front lawn (faces east so the sun does not melt you) and we visit.
So tonight we were doing this and someone comes screaming down the main road on the side of my house in a go cart.
This vehicle is running a Rotax engine with minimal mufflers at 75% or better throttle. He makes three passes and then is joined by it looks like his son, similar set up at increased velocity. The son is cutting donuts in the middle of the street.
We witness families walking with their kids quickly corralling their children and trying to determine what to do.
After four passes like this I get perturbed. I keep an ear out as I can tell what other streets they are racing up and down and can determine when they have hit this main road next to my house.
Soon I hear the whine of two engines running side by side coming down the road next to me.
I set my wine glass out and jog out into the middle of the road and face towards where they are coming from. From 150 feet out I can see them headed toward me.
I signal with my hands in that they are to shut it down. The older guy (I'm guessing the daddy) shuts it down but the younger (the son I assume) scoots on by me.
He asks me whats up?
I reply four times is enough.....
He says they have only been going 25 mph....(pure bull shit, they have been sprinting to enjoy the acceleration on this street and have easily been doing 40+) I
I yell back "I don't care.....your motors are well beyond noise limits and next time I'm calling the cops"
I go back to my front yard and sit with the neighbors and we enjoy the evening. Off in the distance I can hear their engines going up and down the streets but they stay our of our neck of the woods.