Have you stopped being considerate with the Harley? I don’t mean you should go out your way to be noisy, but hey, if you get screamed at anyway, you might as well enjoy riding your bike that bit more!
(and you won’t hear the screams over the engine anyway)
Oh, hell yeah. I’m in the “might as well be hanged for a sheep as for as lamb” camp. I know how to warm up and ride quietly. I live here and the rest of the neighbors are nice and considerate. If I have to leave at some ungodly hour like 4 am, I roll my bike down to Tony’s place to start it up. If he’s not out starting his bike by then he needs the noise.
CNL won’t be talking to me for a week or so. I have friends coming over in about an hour. Male friends! Well, 4 males and 1 female who I haven’t met, but I’m sure she will be a friend as well. I’ll hear them coming and go out to greet them with hugs and kisses. They know to smile and wave at CNL. They will bring beer in and we are going to BBQ, talking and laughing and some shouts of laughter will happen as well.
When they leave at 7ish, I’ll give them all hugs and kisses while the bikes are warming up and we will wave and smile at CNL.
We could all see your ho-bag biker gang bang orgy if you put up a nice webcam, though.
If CNL’s outed you as a slut (or was it whore? can’t remember), your friends’ reputations will now be shot as well. Nice M-F ratio too! You throw the best parties.
Big hello hug/kiss to CNL from me when you see her next.
Ah, but see and look are different things. Chesterton has a Father Brown story about the invisibility powers of a mailman’s uniform; I’ve tested the invisibility powers of the clipboard and of the labcoat myself and they do work. People see those and don’t check out the human attached.
Oh, and like Balthisar, I’m the “oh, you’re here! for how long?” neighbor. That’s one advantage of having bought in a place where half the homes are second-homes, it doesn’t look as weird as it would elsewhere.
Nice 
Do you know her phone number? You could tell SG she’s available to give him a ride to work…
That’s just awful–I hope you called the ASPCA on them!
Lordy, no, don’t do that! If SG really is single, the two might … might *like *each other.
And then they might date.
And then they might marry.
**flatlined **will never have any respite!
On the other hand, we’d get a lot of good stories. OK, flatlined, go give SG the CNL’s phone number. We’ll just settle in for the show.
My next door neighbor moved here from NYC and was an ablsolute prick. I seriouly thought I was going to lose it and kick his ass someday. The dude was just pushy and would say shit to me that I wouldnt even say behind someones back.
One day I just told him I thought he was a prick and I’d just as soon bitch-slap him as look at him. After several months of coolness, he has become a pretty decent guy…at least when dealing with me. My wife still detests him.
Well, as my grandpappy used to say: “When neighbors is what you have, neighbors is what you eat.”
Every time threads like this appear, it makes me appreciate my neighbors. If they go out of town, I’ll feed their dogs and goats. If I have a rattlesnake in my yard, he’ll come kill it. I’m invited to their kids’ birthday parties, and when my pony got loose and crashed their three-year-old’s party, they just gave the kids carrots to feed him. When my car was stuck in the mud, he towed me out with his tractor. They worry about me if I hire a guy to do farm chores (“I bet he’s got outstanding warrents!” They’re both on the police force.). We’re neighborly.
StG
Screams and hides under the bed!!! OMG, you have NO idea! They both listen to the same political screaming, from what I’ve heard, they both march in lockstep with Rush and Beck. She could go to the casino with him and enjoy the cheap drinks while he’s playing the penny slots. I’d probably jump head first off the loading dock, just to get it over with.
Wait, I wouldn’t do that.
I’d dive head first into the shredder so SG would have to clean up the mess!!!
From what I’m learning, there is “one” in every neighborhood. Everyone else tries to get along. I have a very low tolerance for kids, but even judgemental me has to say that they have little or no impact on the neighborhood.
I wasn’t outside yelling at the teenagers who had backed into my culvert ditch. I checked to be sure they were OK, looked at the truck, and was telling them how to get out when CNL went off.
Oh, no?
Imagine them … in bed together.
Welcome to your nightmare. Don’t forget to trip the ghouls.
Marley!!! Please, please 23 me!!! Don’t just ban me from the Dope, break my fingers so I never, ever go online again.
My eyes, they burn at just the words!!!
If anyone needs me, I’ll just be sitting here in my closet, sucking my thumb.