When I get crank calls, I cue up My Fair Lady and put the phone down gently next to my photograph’s speaker, myself.
I once chased hunters off my property (they decided to camp about 50 yards from my back door, which, by the way, is well within my 5 acres property line) by waiting until they’d bedded down, turning my Mesa/Boogie Mark IV amp towards the opened window, cranking up the gain on lead, tuning up my Flying V, and playing Ode to Joy.
Naughty, I know…
Now there’s an image that’s burned into my mind. 
I had a pair of screamers living above me, we had cookie cutter floor plans so it sounded like they were screwing in the bedroom closet :eek: so I borrowed the sound gear from a friends band and recorded them for about 20 minutes, then we saved the tape…next time they started up, we aimed the speakers up and played them back at full volume They stopped being quite so <ahem> vocal in their endeavors 
You are one mean son of a bitch.
I love it.
If it helps, I was wearing an Arsenal home strip (my usual preferred pyjamas) and that V is bright red.
Flying V?
This isn’t mine, but this is the same colour/model as my red one (I have a bright yellow one, too.)
Add me into the "too polite to come over and rip your frickin’ car to pieces with my bare hands, but sure to god thinking about it” crowd.
Also, it’s kind of handy to be able to actually hear other vehicles on the road—vehicles with sirens like ambulance and police cars.
I wanted to be the first to suggest a little opera would likely be a satisfactory antidote (in mind, if not action) but I have to bow to the absolute genius of the bluegrass suggestion.
Come to my house. I got me some opera and some bluegrass CDs!
In the last place we lived, it was the bikers. The heavy-duty-extra-loud-muffler bikers. At the intersection, just outside our condo. They’d stop for the red light, then start up the bikes with a volume of noise that used to make me jump out of my skin. (It was a west-facing apartment and very, very hot, so we had no choice but to have the windows open.)
I understand that not everyone who rides a motorcycle behaves like that.
However, the few, the proud and the motherfuckers with the goddamned mufflers that caused us to have to stop talking, listening to the radio, doing whatever we were doing until they’d gone up the road…
I swear to god, I had sniper fantasies. And I enjoyed 'em. If I’d had a firearm, I would be serving a stiff sentence now.
It’s such ignorant behaviour.
I’m sure that you’d be able to get off by pleading not guilty by reason of temporary sanity.
Okay, I realize it’s New Year’s Eve and people are probably at least half tanked, but some guy down the street is having a party and one of his guests keeps coming and going in a car with the stereo running at jet engine decibel level, and then tries to turn around in the driveway across the street from mine. And is so drunk he has to back and fill like 15 times to get his car turned around. All the while, all I can hear is the fucking bass, and it’s so fucking loud my fucking house is vibrating from it. I can actually hear my house quivering along with their fucking music. And the most annoying part? The assholes throwing the party are cops!
Call the cops.
This is your big chance.
Well said! I’m (mostly) a pacifist, and I have fantasies of those bastards hitting a deep, narrow pothole with their front tire and getting flung headfirst into a telephone pole.
snort
My sister was telling me that she’s been in a car with serious subwoofers, and that it sounds totally different from the inside than the outside. Not having been in one, I am not familiar with the “fun” that the subwoofer gang enjoys.
Two minutes at a stop light isn’t enough for most people to complain, but most of us just endure it knowing that it is only two minutes. That doesn’t mean that we’re okay with it.
I realize that some people just don’t know that it’s annoying, but it’s hard to imagine that someone would NOT realize that bass that’s strong enough to cause nearby objects to vibrate wouldn’t realize that this would be annoying or uncomfortable to nearby fellow citizens.
<em checks her underoos…>daughter of a bitch=)
Hey - it worked=)
Allow me to offer 2 possible solutions, one practical and another one:
Unclviny
