Originally Posted by
Imbeek
Dayyyyummmm, I'm starting to wonder how many people here never ever rode a dirtbike or quad where it wasn't all blessed by every tree hugger in America, sprinkled with special water by Henry David Thoreau, and with signs erected every few feet specifically allowing the time, season, tires, spark arrestor, and number of decibels that are ok. (I will leave out the whole blood money/ORV reg/sales tax/big brother angle for this post, but it's all part of the same drag, man!)
This past Sunday, I was woken up by 4 two stroke dirtbikes being started next door at 8am for a ride up on the mountain behind my house, along with some other mountains where riding is not encouraged (to put it lightly). I haven't gone on those rides in years, and don't intend to...but I wasn't annoyed; I thought it was fucking awesome, just like I do every Sunday.