I moved here 7 years ago, and found this home to be particularly enjoyable because the rural, peaceful setting was a major change from suburban life.
A vacant lot was purchased year before last and a home was built. The noise of construction was understandable. Then they moved in.
Mr. Homeowner runs a trucking business, and keeps his tri-axle dump trucks at home. I’m not beefing about that, per se, but must you use the Jake brake in this remote setting, and must you announce your arrival with air horns?
Mr. Homeowner has hobbies. They all seem to involve race cars, race trucks, and other loud vehicles devoid of any sound dampening. Nothing can be worked on at idle-everything must be repeated revved until all forms of life having a choice have fled.
Mr. Homeowner has a daughter. I was not aware that degrees in quad runner could be obtained, but apparently the Redneck University of Bohunk is offering distance learning degrees in quad runner, and she’s working on her Masters. From the time she trudges up the road until well past dark, that damn thing runs, and runs and runs.
In addition to being unable to use my phone during the summer, the quad runner has an added benefit. Vegetation cannot grow on their property with the constant assault, so every rain storm sends a wash of fine silt and mud down the road to grace the property of you-know-who.
I’m trying to figure out what genetic mutation causes this type of asshat behavior. Whay don’t these toads read books, watch movies, surf the net, masturbate-do SOMETHING that is quiet!!
Thank you for reading my rant. The asshats are still there, but I feel a bit better.