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[font=helvetica neue, helvetica, arial, sans-serif]So I've been working on my bike and had to replace the exhaust. For a few weeks now I take the bike around the block to check cables, play, breaks, is everything screwed on tight enough... you know. Well Saturday I'm out, not really working on it or anything just checking it all out, making sure the battery didn't die again from wherever that short is. I go do a lap, come back, park the bike have a conversation with the little old lady that lives downstairs, put some more water in her bird bath for her and throw the helmet on for one last go-around before I pack up the tools for the week.[/font]
[font=helvetica neue, helvetica, arial, sans-serif]So I come round the bend, and there's a guy walking out into the street. Making eye contact with me. I slow, he keeps approaching. I stop the bike and before I can kill the engine or remove my helmet;[/font] [font=helvetica neue, helvetica, arial, sans-serif]"You keep riding around making all that racket I'll call the cops on you!" then he starts walking away. "Hey, wait." I say taking off the helmet. He's still spouting something, no idea what [/font](the pipes are way loud btw) [font=helvetica neue, helvetica, arial, sans-serif]but his hands are still waving and fingers pointing. "Hey, hold up." I've got my helmet off now and kill the engine. "I've got a question for you." Fucker finally turns around and basically I try to explain that I'm still trying to get the bike to a legal spot where it'll pass inspection. I'm curious if it's only a nuisance when I open it up or even when low-revving. He doesn't give a shit about anything I'm saying and just uses each time I open my mouth to try to chastise me further. He's going on about families on the street, babies sleeping, legal limits on sound. And mind you - I'm still being respectful and trying to actually have a constructive conversation with someone who lives maybe 8 houses down from me. But dick-cheese here just wants to threaten me and well... be a dick. So I apologized a couple times in there when he mentions babies and for the times I really opened it up - but hey testing new exhaust But then he starts walking away still talking shit. I just called him out and said "Look dude. I've already apologized a couple times so now you get to back off, right? We're good now. Right?" He mumbles something else and I wanted to tell him he should really look people in the eye when he's talking to them. [/font]
[font=helvetica neue, helvetica, arial, sans-serif]I mean really? C'mon man... Who the fuck jumps straight to calling the cops? How about a simple "Hey! Can you please stop making so much fucking noise? I'm trying to be a jerk over here?" Why the hostility, and the passive-aggressive hostility at that? Not to mention, starting a fight and threatening someone you don't know, but that person knows where you live, that doesn't strike me as very smart.[/font] [font=helvetica neue, helvetica, arial, sans-serif]You really don't want to have to call the cops on me [/font]buddy. I don't either. [font=helvetica neue, helvetica, arial, sans-serif]
Anyway, I'm over the whole thing. I just can't stand people that think they need to jump right into full-on-dick-mode. I ain't asking for hugs and shit. I don't need a fucking card on my birthday just, don't be a dick. It's no that difficult, not that complicated.[/font]
Anyway, I'm over the whole thing. I just can't stand people that think they need to jump right into full-on-dick-mode. I ain't asking for hugs and shit. I don't need a fucking card on my birthday just, don't be a dick. It's no that difficult, not that complicated.
I've had the same 'confrontation'. There's a small little lane next to my garage which is just used for parking, albeit being quite close to the houses. I had just got my bike and within about 10 minutes of starting her up for the first time I get the neighbour coming out shouting, all guns blazing saying his wife is in side calling the police as we speak. As you said, a simple "Please could you keep the noise down and stop what you're doing" would suffice, but no. This dick has to threaten me with the police. I just kept riding knowing I'd easily be able to explain to the officer that comes to check what's going and then maybe told to keep it down. But he never shows. Called his bluff pretty well I thought.
I've only ridden up and down this 200m lane maybe 10-15 times over about 2 months, and every time he comes out yelling saying all he's heard for the past few months is me pissing around. Whatta bloody joker.
So now I never even acknowledge him when he comes out screaming hands in the air. If he asks me nicely to stop, I will, but that day has never risen yet! haha. Until them I'll keep on 'pissing around' thank you very much!
I am a cop, and those calls piss me off. Most of the time I get out there, the guy making the noise isn't trying to be a dick. But the neighbor who called the police on him is a major ass hat. They typically don't even have the balls to go over and have a constructive conversation about the noise. They ussually just call the cops, or they go over and start shit AND THEN call the cops. It pisses me off. I hate ass hats.
I am a little concerned about getting my bike on the road, as the pipes are a little loud. But its going to be better for me to shake down the bike doing a couple of laps in my subdivision before I get it out on the street. I''ll be as respectful as I can though.
Green - Seems like there's always one somewhere huh? Glad to hear it's just turned into a bit of annoying antics and no serious head-aches.
Ranger - You know, I've always wondered if you guys (cops that is) keep tabs on and talk about the shit-head dime droppers as much as you do on the real criminals. Always imagined you would have to take turns going out to clam them down, send out the most level headed guys or even just make the rookies take it. Way I figure, he can't call it a noise complaint since it's mid-day, worst case it's a fix-it and "go get that inspected and stay off the streets til then." I just don't need my name on the radar. No offense, but the fewer cops that know who I am the better well... unless of course they've got my back.
Either way, I doubt it'll turn into anything. I think I've already won his wife and daughter over. They like my dog
Wow, you guys are certainly more level-headed than me! Chances are, I'da jumped in their faces. Not the most cool headed guy in the world. Kudos to you both.
prob like 1 in the \afternoon or something and guy thinks he owns the air. my neighbors all think my bike is cool even when it leaks oil on our street. they have seen me pushing it home too many times to care. I think some old tards have nothing better to do but stare out their windows waiting for someone to yell at. Prob will be me one day.
It's funny too, they're everywhere. Customer service reps, mom and dads, cops and cashiers. Some folks just think the only/best way to accomplish something is taking it aggressive, rude or threatening when really just one regular conversation could handle it.
As I am a cop I can tell you most people these days go straight to calling the cops. As far as the fact they jump straight to level 10, that is caused by a fear reaction. Fight or flight style. This manifests in two forms, either the chickenshit that cows down and calls without leaving a name, or the guy who is a bully trying to prove that daddy can't slap him around anymore. Long story short is little man syndrome has a problem because he is scared of losing control so he overreacts to prove he is the big dog in a pathetic attempt to prove he is not a bitch.
When someone is being an arsehole revving the engine while making can't hear you gestures is an option. Makes you as big an arsehole as them though.
Here in New Zealand the local council does noise complaints not the cops. When someone makes a noise complaint it is put on their property record and the whingers get their comeuppance when they try to sell and find their property value has gone down due to noise. Gives a good incentive to go over and ask nicely before making an official complaint.
As I am a cop I can tell you most people these days go straight to calling the cops. As far as the fact they jump straight to level 10, that is caused by a fear reaction. Fight or flight style. This manifests in two forms, either the chickenshit that cows down and calls without leaving a name, or the guy who is a bully trying to prove that daddy can't slap him around anymore. Long story short is little man syndrome has a problem because he is scared of losing control so he overreacts to prove he is the big dog in a pathetic attempt to prove he is not a bitch.
If I'm crossing the line here, let me know and I'll edit my comments... But what we are dealing with is the general pussification of man and liberalization of society. They have come to rely and pulling mommy's apron for help anytime something doesn't go their way. Why not develope a relationship with your neighbor, so if there is a future issue you can be like, "Hey Bill, how much longer are you going to be out with the bike? Its making a bit of a racket." No, instead its, "WHAAAAAAAA I'm calling the cops!"
That would mean actually engaging your fellow man and taking responsibility for your own actions. It is easier to expect the other guy to be the better man, and then use his shortcomings as an excuse for your poor behavior. Every broken system in the world can be traced to a breakdown in personal responsibility. Do "to" others rather than do "unto" others. If I can prove and/or insist the issue is your fault, then by extension my reaction is your fault also. Please...
Ask me, nothings changing. Each generation just notices how fucked up the world is at some point and blames the kids or each other. That's the one thing I've learned from history.
Ask me, nothings changing. Each generation just notices how fucked up the world is at some point and blames the kids or each other. That's the one thing I've learned from history.
Yeah, I've sat back listening to my old rockabilly music thinking about the 50s and 60s, thinking, "Man, that had to be the greatest time to live!" Think about the cars, the bikes, the music! But then I remember Vietnam, Civil Rights, hippies, the growth of drug problems... It was a dark time also. So yeah, the different generations have issues. I just don't like how it is now!
I recently had a discussion with one of my neighbors about noise.
My neighbor across the street works for a very popular fireworks company. Somehow a guy down the street got some professional grade fireworks (might not even be from the guy across the street........) and was setting them off at midnight - on a Wednesday night. I'm not talking about Roman candles or anything like that, these are the "big boys" that sound like cannons going off. Me being a night owl, I was working in the garage when I heard the first one explode. I walked outside and saw the second one come up in the air and explode. By the time the third was set off, I was only a couple houses away and witnessed them lighting it on the ground.
When I asked if that was all they were setting off for the night, they actually denied knowing anything about it. When I called BS, they actually said "yeah, we are done. What's the big deal anyway? We are going to bed soon and just wanted to set off some fireworks."
My reply: "The big deal is my 2 month old baby has been asleep since 8 and there are illegal explosives being set off not even 100' from his room. Since I go to bed much later than you, would you mind if pulled the muffler off my bike and did a burnout in front of your house before I go to bed at 5 in the morning?"
Thinking about this reminds me of a mates stag party.
He had a big hotmix turning area at the end of his driveway and in the type of idea that seems smart when pissed we tied the winch on his 4x4 to the towbar of a car. Then he got in the car, spun up the tyres and had the car swinging back and forth across the turning area like a pendulum.
He had stopped to check on the holes he melted in the hotmix when the middle aged woman from next door stepped out of the smoke.
"Oh shit" we thought, then she says "warn me if you are going to do that again so i can come and watch".
Its a pity that people surprise us by being nice rather than it being a surprise when someone is a dick.
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But then he starts walking away still talking shit. I just called him out and said "Look dude. I've already apologized a couple times so now you get to back off, right? We're good now. Right?" He mumbles something else and I wanted to tell him he should really look people in the eye when he's talking to them. [/font]
