It’s a beautiful day. We haven’t had a better one in a long long time. The sun is out . There is not a cloud in the sky. The temperature is climbing into the nineties (finally!). There is just enough breeze to keep the bugs down.
There does seem to be an inordinate amount of traffic for a Sunday. You might think they are out for a drive enjoying the great weather. But most of them seem to be out enjoying their air-conditioning. Their windows are up and they are off to somewhere.
Except the f’ing Harleys. They are out in force. Huge packs of them are driving by. While one is obnoxious, hundreds at the same time is deafening. It is sort of cool; the rolling thunder and all that. But really it seems more inconsiderate than impressive. I am certain that it is all relative to my state of mind.
Jets are incredibly loud. It really sucks when one flies over interrupting conversations and television or radio programs. But I always figure that that is the good of the many outweighing the good of the few. Anyway, jets are incredibly intrusive noise makers. But if you go to an airshow or sit at the end of the runway… that obnoxiously loud noise becomes something cool and impressive. At that time, you are there to hear them roar. It’s what you want. You are more than likely there by choice.
Not so with the Harleys. They choose to come to you and inflict their impressiveness on you regardless of your wants. The jet needs to make that noise because of the requirements for power for transportation. The Harleys… not so much. They are loud because the riders decide to have them loud.
The same phenomenon occurs on the lake. You go to sit on the porch and the jet skis and power boats come out to serenade you. Get a canoe, kayak or sailboat!
Oh I love it when they ride their loud bikes through the neighborhood and they want to listen to their favorite music at the same time. Instead of having their bikes tuned or their mufflers configured to quiet them down, they crank up their radios so that they can be heard over the noise of their engines. Well, we have all heard their radios a quarter of a mile away. One rider told me his motorcycle was so loud to protect him from deer. Sort of the ultimate deer whistle. I don’t buy it. If anything, the deer might sacrifice their own lives jumping out in front of these obnoxiously loud vehicles to shut them up for the good of the neighborhood and their friends.
Why is it that when my exhaust pipe on my car breaks it is a crime to drive it due to the noise ordinances in most localities? But if a Harley drives by, it is all ok and super. Are the police really that intimidated by these bikers? Heck, if they just clamped down on them for their noise, and maybe their speed, we could fix the country’s, or a t least the county’s, deficit in the budget. If nothing else it would be good for the local economy as it drives business to the motorcycle shops to get their mufflers fixed.
Don’t tell me it can’t be done. Several quieter bikes just drove by. See you on the streets. Hopefully I don’t hear you coming.
Let me know what you think. Do you agree with me or not? Why or why not?