Memo to visitors from the city:
October 18th, 2005 by rsm
Yes, it is beautiful and quiet up here in the mountains. It’s why we happy people turned all quaint on you and came up to try to fit in and be welcomed by those already here. That means we notice that your extremely loud motorcycles and glider planes can be heard for many many miles. We don’t like it.
You might think there’s no better way to enjoy the beauty of nature than from the back of a Harley, but here’s a hint: there is. Get off your butt and walk it. It won’t scare the animals away as much and you might even be able to get your fat ass to survive a little longer and keep your family happy. Just looking for a great thrill ride? Why not try slipping between the rows of cars on the Interstate in the city on Friday at 5:30? That ought to thrill you. I’ll be the first to protect you from tailgaters on the highway, just let us enjoy our peace.
To all drivers: when riding through the square downtown, go slowly and ALWAYS stop for pedestrians who even HINT that they might want to cross the street. It’s what we do. You are absolutely NOT in a hurry if you managed to drive up here in the first place, so live with it. God help you if your car tags are from a county in the big city and you honk your horn at one of us for stopping. You WILL hear about it. Politely but firmly, and considering our military presence, is it really worth that risk?
(And in particular to the bastard in the yellow motorized glider: yes, I know my house is nice, isolated and the property is beautiful. Now you do too, so fly the f— on away instead of circling. I can’t even hear the stove timer when I’m on the deck.)
Daddy’s a little grumpy today. You might want to go play quietly in your room until supper.
Yes, it is beautiful and quiet up here in the mountains. It’s why we happy people turned all quaint on you and came up to try to fit in and be welcomed by those already here. That means we notice that your extremely loud motorcycles and glider planes can be heard for many many miles. We don’t like it.
You might think there’s no better way to enjoy the beauty of nature than from the back of a Harley, but here’s a hint: there is. Get off your butt and walk it. It won’t scare the animals away as much and you might even be able to get your fat ass to survive a little longer and keep your family happy. Just looking for a great thrill ride? Why not try slipping between the rows of cars on the Interstate in the city on Friday at 5:30? That ought to thrill you. I’ll be the first to protect you from tailgaters on the highway, just let us enjoy our peace.
To all drivers: when riding through the square downtown, go slowly and ALWAYS stop for pedestrians who even HINT that they might want to cross the street. It’s what we do. You are absolutely NOT in a hurry if you managed to drive up here in the first place, so live with it. God help you if your car tags are from a county in the big city and you honk your horn at one of us for stopping. You WILL hear about it. Politely but firmly, and considering our military presence, is it really worth that risk?
(And in particular to the bastard in the yellow motorized glider: yes, I know my house is nice, isolated and the property is beautiful. Now you do too, so fly the f— on away instead of circling. I can’t even hear the stove timer when I’m on the deck.)
Daddy’s a little grumpy today. You might want to go play quietly in your room until supper.