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Nothing like finally getting your infant or toddler down to bed at dusk and have someone scream by on the Harley with the modified exhaust.
Years ago - I lived on Route 117 and teens/twentysomethings used to hang out at a church yard across the street. Lots of burnouts, yelling and some motorcycles and some lip to my Dad and neighbor. Dad got sick of this one motorcylist ripping up and down the road so took a shovel out to the gravel driveway, scooped up a shovel-full and stood by the hedge until the guy came winding it back up the road. Surprised that the guy didn't go down with the gravel facial, and that my Dad was not arrested.
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