Who's blasting through East Arlington MA with loud pipes?

[whynot]

Maybe you are reading this ...

Like last night between 9 and 10, blasting through WFO. I know it was sometime between 9 and 10 because we were watch "Death in Paradise" on GBX. It was a re-run, and we'd seen it before, but it was pretty good, so we watched it again. Besides, there's Joséphine Jobert to hold one's attention.

I did see you one time, blasting, looked to be a green Ninja 250 maybe. And that exhaust that you like, well, not everyone likes the sound of it. Especially that loud.

I know you're racing to beat the light at Lake and Mass. Ave., lots of people do it. But not with a 130db blast that goes on for a tenth of a mile. And I don't want the neighbors coming down on bikes in general.

I live here,

I ride.

I'm watching.

Keep in mind that the Concerned Citizens of East Arlington, Massachusetts and the APD will slow you down if you can't manage it yourself. If they don't, well, then the effed-up traffic around here just might nail you sooner or later, at the speeds you're going.

So, cool it, and knock it off!

[Chippertheripper]

Sorry dad.

[whynot]

Dad? Who you callin' Dad? I'm old enough to be your grand-dad.

[csmutty]

Should go out and beat him with one of the triumphs.

[whynot]

lol

Easy to do, his or her bike is so damn slow, that's what makes it all the more offensive, it takes him or her so damn long to traverse one block.

[aldend123]

You're gonna need to hurry down to CVS to pick up a cane. He doesn't have to listen to you if you aren't shaking a cane at him.

I'll be on the look out for this loud 250 that slowly blasts down the block.

[AEG]

If he didn't ride on his lawn the use of the cane is illegal

[Tekime]

Somewhere in the night, a doe-eyed youngster is falling in love; the truest of loves - between a man and his first motorcycle.

Even the crisp night air against his face doesn't wash away the tears of joy as the sweetest of noises caresses his eardrums. Braaaaaap his bike says as 250cc of happiness send sweet undulations through his body, urging him forward. Braaaaaaap his bike says as he narrowly makes the light at Lake and Mass Ave, causing his heart to sing. Perhaps not the most distinguished of braps, and certainly not the last; but it's his brap, his first brap, and it settles into a special place in his soul.

Little does he know, Slow Green Ninja, in the distance a scowling face peers toward the window. Hunched over a cold TV dinner, his rerun of "Murder, She Wrote" interrupted for an eternity of 20 seconds, one hand still stirs his peas as the other reaches slowly for the knurled haft of the old cane his father heckled with, and his father before him. "I will not disappoint you, father" he sneers through toothless lips, forgetting the peas as he struggles to pull himself up; shambling to the window, cane raised, moonlight glinting off the worn mahogany, he cries out; "I'll get you, Slow Green Ninja! Your day... will cooooome!".

Somewhere far away, through dreams of dragging knee, young ninja hears a faded voice carried on the wind. Was it threatening him, or was it just a dream?

[whynot]

If he didn't ride on his lawn the use of the cane is illegal

... or lose control of my walker, accidentally, of course.

Actually, my neighbor, who's even older than I am, when he backs the Crown Vic out of his driveway, he doesn't even look, he just backs. Or maybe it's a Grand Ma. Whichever. In the trunk is in the trunk.

Somewhere in the night, a doe-eyed youngster is falling in love; the truest of loves - between a man and his first motorcycle.

Brought a tear.

[jwm2k3]

Thanks for the directions. Ill be by later.

Oh, 1198cc of Italian twin cylinder soundstage is free. Youre welcome.

[whynot]

Thanks for the directions. Ill be by later.

Oh, 1198cc of Italian twin cylinder soundstage is free. Youre welcome.

With full Termi system, I hope -- that would be music to my ears. Had that on my MS4R -- beautiful -- neighbors be damned.

[nt650hawk]

I have a muffler on.

[cdovego]

get off my damn lawn and buy the damn s model s4R next time - don't cheap out

[timmyho414]

I had to stop an google Joséphine Jobert before I finish the rant. is that bad?

[stoinkythepig]

lol

Easy to do, his bike is so damn slow, that's what makes it all the more offensive, it takes him so damn long to traverse one block.

This is why I hate loud cruisers so much. At least a loud fast bike is long gone in mere seconds when they go WOT. The open-pipe cruisers that go up my street (steep hill, 1/4 mile long) at night can hold WOT for 2 gears and still be nearby.

[Tekime]

I live by an I-95 ramp and a long straight so I celebrate all the loud pipes... its become a game trying to guess the bike.

Nothing compares to the dump truck that comes at 3:30am to empty all the dumpsters. Sweet. Fucking. Jesus it is loud. I'm really not convinced they need to shake them for a solid minute, they must get some cruel pleasure out of it.

[whynot]

I live by an I-95 ramp and a long straight so I celebrate all the loud pipes... its become a game trying to guess the bike. Nothing compares to the dump truck that comes at 3:30am to empty all the dumpsters. Sweet. Fucking. Jesus it is loud. I'm really not convinced they need to shake them for a solid minute, they must get some cruel pleasure out of it.

I feel for ya.

I had to stop an google Joséphine Jobert before I finish the rant. is that bad?

It's never bad to Google Joséphine Jobert. Or oogle.


Now I can't decide if my OP was a rant, diatribe, or harangue.

This is why I hate loud cruisers so much. At least a loud fast bike is long gone in mere seconds when they go WOT. The open-pipe cruisers that go up my street (steep hill, 1/4 mile long) at night can hold WOT for 2 gears and still be nearby.

Indeed, about three years ago, there was a Harley with straight pipes going WFO up the road and through the neighborhood. Flatulence, Harley-style.

get off my damn lawn and buy the damn s model s4R next time - don't cheap out

I sold the S4R, got a Guzzi. It had a pretty big muffler.




Maybe that's why chicks dig Guzzis

[BSR6]

There was a similar post to this on my town's Facebook page about some kids on loud dirt bikes riding in the street. Apparently they are riding on public roads to access the trails on a daily basis. The post was questioning if it was legal and complained about how annoying it is.

I was surprised with the responses. There was a good deal of "Leave them alone...They're kids having fun, at least they're not doing drugs". As I read through the comments, the amount of people jumping on this bandwagon grew and took over. At one point someone mentioned how her kids stopped playing hopscotch because their condo association banned sidewalk chalk. She closed it out by saying "no wonder kids do drugs".

Yup...I'm realizing I instinctively find myself on the side of "Slow down and get a stock exhaust!!!" but I'm doing my best to not forget what it was like to be that kid.

[BSR6]

Somewhere in the night, a doe-eyed youngster is falling in love; the truest of loves - between a man and his first motorcycle.

Even the crisp night air against his face doesn't wash away the tears of joy as the sweetest of noises caresses his eardrums. Braaaaaap his bike says as 250cc of happiness send sweet undulations through his body, urging him forward. Braaaaaaap his bike says as he narrowly makes the light at Lake and Mass Ave, causing his heart to sing. Perhaps not the most distinguished of braps, and certainly not the last; but it's his brap, his first brap, and it settles into a special place in his soul.

Little does he know, Slow Green Ninja, in the distance a scowling face peers toward the window. Hunched over a cold TV dinner, his rerun of "Murder, She Wrote" interrupted for an eternity of 20 seconds, one hand still stirs his peas as the other reaches slowly for the knurled haft of the old cane his father heckled with, and his father before him. "I will not disappoint you, father" he sneers through toothless lips, forgetting the peas as he struggles to pull himself up; shambling to the window, cane raised, moonlight glinting off the worn mahogany, he cries out; "I'll get you, Slow Green Ninja! Your day... will cooooome!".

Somewhere far away, through dreams of dragging knee, young ninja hears a faded voice carried on the wind. Was it threatening him, or was it just a dream?

This, by the way, is pure gold.

[whynot]

... but I'm doing my best to not forget what it was like to be that kid.

Good point.

I've been thinking that I was harsh is my first post, maybe the rider is a youth who hasn't learned survival skills, and buried in my harangue is a message of "slow down and live" and adjust to the conditions since I know what the driving is like around here, the neighbor in his Crown Vic, the cars speeding through the neighborhood and commercial parking lots to avoid the traffic light, all out to get you -- and Mass. Ave. is often crowded with a rush of commuters avoiding the Alewife Rotary (intersection of Routes 2 & 16), MBTA buses, trucks of all sizes, drivers making U-turns in the worst places, bicyclists, pedestrians playing frogger in the traffic ... .

(Also these are assumptions, that the rider is a) young, and b) male.)

[myzx6]

Loud pipes save lives!!!!!!!!!


Just be glad that your not quite so old, that you can no longer hear them going by!!

[Tekime]

This, by the way, is pure gold.

Haha, no idea where that came from, nothing personal OP :p Just had this vision and it had to come out...

Good point.

I've been thinking that I was harsh is my first post, maybe the rider is a youth who hasn't learned survival skills, and buried in my harangue is a message of "slow down and live" and adjust to the conditions since I know what the driving is like around here, the neighbor in his Crown Vic, the cars speeding through the neighborhood and commercial parking lots to avoid the traffic light, all out to get you -- and Mass. Ave. is often crowded with a rush of commuters avoiding the Alewife Rotary (intersection of Routes 2 & 16), MBTA buses, trucks of all sizes, drivers making U-turns in the worst places, bicyclists, pedestrians playing frogger in the traffic ... .

(Also these are assumptions, that the rider is a) young, and b) male.)

Well it is a nuisance to rip through a residential area every night, and people do stupid shit on bikes, but what really bothers me are all the idiots in cages checking facebook while they fly down the highway, lane changing without looking, cutting me off, and otherwise putting everyone else's life at risk. Probably the same idiot in an SUV that nearly runs me down is the one who goes home and bitches about those hooligans on their motorcycles.

Now I kind of want a cane mounted on my bike like House so I can shake it at all the dumbass drivers I see every day

[Pittenger5]

I too dislike things.

[Garandman]

If you stop s guy with open pipes and say, "Can you take it easy? The baby is sleeping," they will do their damnedest to comply.
Learned this trick from the guy who ran Freeman's.

Even the kind of special snowflake that rides a completely unmuffled bike.....

[whynot]

Haha, no idea where that came from, nothing personal OP :p Just had this vision and it had to come out...

No problem, and no offense taken, it was "pure gold," you have a gift. You said more and said it better in a few words than some novelists do in a 600-page tome.

Just be glad that your not quite so old, that you can no longer hear them going by!!

I've had my Oticons for 9 years, couldn't live without them.
Rediscover the sounds of your life

I really needed them well before age 50, and I had my hearing checked, but the [expletive deleted] ENT specialist just told me to "pay attention." Then I found a great audiologist, I visit for an annual hearing test and twice a year to tune up the Oticons. It doesn't have so much to do with age, that's the stigma thing kicking in, most of the other clients I see there are school kids. When it gets too noisy in the neighborhood (think trash day with trash trucks, recycling trucks, yard waste trucks, and maybe we're fortunate enough to be under the Logan flight path, and other traffic) I can turn the sound level down, or switch to earplugs with 33 db reduction. What with the drought, there hasn't been much lawn mower noise. (Another time for the barking dogs story.)


However, I guess this is where I get to say that the plot thickens. Yesterday morning, heading out for a swim at 6:40, I was behind a bike that sounded the same, maybe the same bike, this time s/he was coolin' it, heading west on Mass. Ave., took the left on Lake. Then, just now, just before 6pm, walking back from the bank, I saw the same bike coming up one of the side streets -- black and green Ninja 250, could be the same bike, could be another one, in any case, thank you, Little Ninja, for taking it easy, and staying alive, all is forgiven, can we be friends?