The guy I’d like to shoot is the guy who’s been coming to the espresso stand at 0:dark:30 in the Harley Hog you can hear from a mile away. That thing must rattle your windows. It’s loud over here.
Oh, yeah. *AND* there's a guy (not sure if it's the same one) who stops by every day at about six in the evening and lets the bike roar for fifteen minutes at a time. Ungh.
We live in an interesting neighborhood, I guess.