When people gave a press conference to resign for tweeting pictures of their crotch, it used to be much more respectful.
If I added a long extension to a building, I’d call it “The Leg”. That way I could keep ordering the janitor to “Sweep The Leg!”
So for the teenager with a loud motorcycle across the street: Do I murder him, his parents, or both?
When you hear someone constantly revving a motorcycle that loud, it’s hard not to imagine someone filled with hatred for both God and man.
Put molasses in the gas tank.
Bleach is better than molasses. Oil looses its lubricity when the bleach warms up… Muah ha haa!
I hate kids with motorcycles. They make the rest of us with motorcycles look bad. 😛
I had what I thought was a teenager down the street with that same obnoxious compulsion to rev rev rev to his angst-ridden heart’s desire. I finally got so fed up that I marched down the street to slap him silly…and he turned out to be a 6’5″ body builder-looking dude with a fu manchu.
Loud pipes save lives.
Of course, I haven’t been a teenager in decades.
A teen and his motorcycle are soon departed.
I ride a GoldWing. Purrs like a kitten! A couple of .44 magnum slugs anywhere in the engine should tame the beast! Late at night! If anyone asks, just say “yea I heard something but thought it was that damn motorcycle backfiring or something” “Someone shot it?” “Wow, that like totally sucks dude!”
I hate loud pipes. The guys who ride with them have small Wieners or they are ghey or both!
Well I won’t complain. My pipes are as loud as the neighbors, and I get up earlier.
“When people gave a press conference to resign for tweeting pictures of their crotch, it used to be much more respectful.”
There needs to be a heckler of the year award! wiener what a dbag.
Journalism is in a sad state when the Enquirer has more credibility than the new york times.
Once upon a time I worked third shift and would awaken each day to the sound of the neighbor kid racing his RC car in the parking lot outside my window.
First you ask nice.
That usually works. Especially if you bring your secret weapon…. Buttercup!
He’s a teenager on a motorcycle…he’ll murder himself if you give it enough time.
“Loud Pipes Save Lives”
I’d say that’s fair; but, only if the pipes were pointed ahead of the motorcycle; like the siren on a Fire Truck…
I’m ambivalent to the motorcycle noise issue. On the other hand, you should murder him, kill his parents and burn his house down. Let the smouldering ashes be a reminder.
I’m with USSJC. I ride a 34 year old vintage Honda 750. It runs reasonably quiet, and it has more power than a lot of the new, larger and louder HD’s. I see lots of HD owners with the “loud pipes save lives” sticker, but I rarely see an HD rider with a full face helmet. Note that all those giant HD’s out there have a lot less power than any other bikes on the road, but they’ve got noise goin’ for them. All of them have more Japanese parts on them than their owners would like to admit.
l don’t have anything to add about the Weiner Conference except to say that it was a hoot. He should have mailed it in via a Weinergram.
I didn’t sign on for that sh*t. Sweep your own d*mn leg.
You live in Idaho. Idaho has potatos. The bike has exhaust pipes. Introduce said noisy bike to said local produce.
The Weiner Conference should be duplcated anytime a democrat speaks. They just don’t get heckled enough. By the way, Weiner informed the White House about the resignation the night before during a picnic. It was really was a Weiner Roast.
It’s surprising to me that “revving” is even a valid word but sure enough it began in the early 20th century.
Oooh! I forgot the secret Buttercup weapon!
I had a neighbor once who would blast rap music during my first babe’s naptime. So I finally carried her over there while she was crying like a maniac and pounded on the door. HUGE guy answered angrily, then immediately apologized and I never heard it again. Ah…the power of babies!
So for the teenager with a loud motorcycle across the street: Do I murder him, his parents, or both?
Start small. Murder him first. If the noise doesn’t stop, then murder his parents.
I blame high gas prices on Harley-Davidson riders; revving the motor unnecessarily at every single stop sign and traffic light. Of course I am biased. I did love it when my pappy mocked Harleys by revving his Japanese motor incessantly with a stupid grin on his face whenever he warmed one up to change the oil.
Had a Harley Rider who wanted to race me. I told him that his 1,400 cc engine was a nice starter bike that I planned to look at for my wife’s first bike but I didn’t think he wanted to take on my 1,834cc 6 cyl.
Was in a bar in my youth. It was a rice burner bar. A Harley Rider came in and wanted to race my buddy who just bought the Suzuki 1150cc which at the time was the fastest production vehicle ever made. My buddy declined the race with the “Super Glide”. The Harley rider said “my bike has a lot of torque”, to which my friend responded “next time I’m pulling stumps, I’ll come get your bike”… BWAAAAAAAA!!! True Story!!!
“When people gave a press conference to resign for tweeting pictures of their crotch, it used to be much more respectful.”
I thought the announcement went just as it should have, although it was off to a slow start for the first 30 seconds or so. Actually, the only thing that would have made it more perfect was dwarfs dancing around a 12″ Stonehenge.
Little known fact: Edward VIII abdicated because he tweeted his private parts (in those days they used homing pigeons, so it really was tweeting).
What’s the difference between a Harley and a Hoover?
The location of the dirtbag.
I shall respect the loud pipe argument when motorcyclists stop cutting between cars to get through traffic. In other words, never.
Murder the bike. That will crush the teenager’s soul and hit his parents in the pocketbook, since they undoubtedly bought the d@mn thing for him. When it is replaced by the insurance company, murder it again, and so on, and so on. Eventually the insurance company will declare the area to be a high risk and quadruple his rates, at which point his parents will not be able to afford to let him have a motorcycle. (Of course, if you have the same insurance company or they share information, this could backfire, and your own insurance rates will go up. On second thought, just murder the kid. His parents are likely too old to replace him, and even if they did, the kid would be having play dates with Buttercup, not revving motorcycles.)
Bob’s Son: Was that a Spinal Tap reference? I can’t remember. They would have done a good job with Weiner’s resignation, especially if they locked him into a translucent pod.
HD’s don’t even have torque any more, thanks to EPA clean air regs. It’s extremely difficult to manufacture a low emissions air-cooled bike. (Harley has yet to jump into the liquid cooled and overhead cam revolution of the 1970’s.) As a result of emission regulations, power in HD bikes is decreasing each year even as displacement is increasing.
My HD does just fine. Goes the speed limit, rides smooth and is stable in the wind. Unlike the rice gobblers that blow over or run into things, My HD has few things to go wrong and it looks nice. So it annoys the
democratsmarxists in the neighborhood, why is that a bad thing? My only complaint is that loud pipes do tend to drown out the radio somewhat, but thats okay, I usually have Metallica blasting away, so who can tell the difference.Burma gets extra points for picking up the Spinal Tap reference.
Both…because you can.
“10. helpful researcher says:
June 17th, 2011 at 11:07 am
First you ask nice.
That usually works. Especially if you bring your secret weapon…. Buttercup!”
What! Are you nuts? Hide Buttercup from this clown or he’ll wait 15 years to get her on the back of that bike. Then you got real trouble.
Is there ever a better reason to support Sarah Palin for president than this?
NYT Keller: ‘Most journalists would recoil in horror’ of Palin presidency…