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Achtane wrote:

futuresailors wrote:WHY ARE MOTORCYCLES SO LOUD? IF I HAD A MOTORCYLE I'D WANT THAT SHIT NINJA SILENT. LIKE A NINJACYCLE.

AND WHY DO THEY DRIVE THROUGH MY SIDESTREET INSTEAD OF THE MAIN ROAD THE NEXT BLOCK OVER? IF THEY WERE ON NINJACYCLES I WOULDN'T EVEN KNOW. BUT THEY'RE NOT. THEY'RE ON SOME LOUD ASS SHIT.

I used to live in Providence, RI. Since I'd never lived in a city before, I didn't think very carefully about choosing a 2nd floor apartment, right at a major intersection. It took me a LONG time before I could sleep through the night, between general traffic, loud music, the fire station a block away... But all of that PALED in comparison to the loud pipe harley guys.

There was a sport-bike bar right up the street. Never bothered me, even though it was a bunch of no-gear squids on literbikes with chicken strips a mile wide. I even saw one of them crash taking a simple right hand turn at walking speed; overrevved, spun the rear tire, and off he went. I didn't think you could highside at 5 mph, but you can. Despite their ineptitude, those guys were quiet, and never bothered me.

But the Harley guys... They would sit at the light and just rev and rev and rev. One of the streets I lived next to had several bars on it, and when they let out at night, you'd have 10 or 15 bikers just sitting there, waiting for the light to turn green, yanking on their throttle like a teenager who just discovered masturbation. Then when the light turned green, for fuck's sake they'd pin it, and the noise would echo off the buildings.

Since I didn't own an air conditioner, I had to sleep with my windows open to keep the apartment cool and comfortable. That also meant I could hear EVERYTHING. There were some nights I lay awake, fantasizing about hiding on a roof with a rifle, and every time some limp-dick harley loser revved his engine for no reason, just popping a round through his skull. Not like he's wearing a helmet. No-one would hear the shot over his loud pipes; how many bikers could I kill before someone noticed?

My only consolation is knowing that they will probably get horribly killed in what would otherwise be a minor accident. I also love seeing towns pass "no straight pipe" ordinances. The Harley riders always complain about their rights and their freedoms and how are they supposed to know if their pipes are legal in one town but not legal in another. Here's how : Just have quiet fucking pipes!

I used to live in Providence, RI. Since I'd never lived in a city before, I didn't think very carefully about choosing a 2nd floor apartment, right at a major intersection. It took me a LONG time before I could sleep through the night, between general traffic, loud music, the fire station a block away... But all of that PALED in comparison to the loud pipe harley guys.

There was a sport-bike bar right up the street. Never bothered me, even though it was a bunch of no-gear squids on literbikes with chicken strips a mile wide. I even saw one of them crash taking a simple right hand turn at walking speed; overrevved, spun the rear tire, and off he went. I didn't think you could highside at 5 mph, but you can. Despite their ineptitude, those guys were quiet, and never bothered me.

But the Harley guys... They would sit at the light and just rev and rev and rev. One of the streets I lived next to had several bars on it, and when they let out at night, you'd have 10 or 15 bikers just sitting there, waiting for the light to turn green, yanking on their throttle like a teenager who just discovered masturbation. Then when the light turned green, for fuck's sake they'd pin it, and the noise would echo off the buildings.

Since I didn't own an air conditioner, I had to sleep with my windows open to keep the apartment cool and comfortable. That also meant I could hear EVERYTHING. There were some nights I lay awake, fantasizing about hiding on a roof with a rifle, and every time some limp-dick harley loser revved his engine for no reason, just popping a round through his skull. Not like he's wearing a helmet. No-one would hear the shot over his loud pipes; how many bikers could I kill before someone noticed?

My only consolation is knowing that they will probably get horribly killed in what would otherwise be a minor accident. I also love seeing towns pass "no straight pipe" ordinances. The Harley riders always complain about their rights and their freedoms and how are they supposed to know if their pipes are legal in one town but not legal in another. Here's how : Just have quiet fucking pipes!