Im 32, and was buzzing up and down my street on my bike. 20min later a cop shows up and asked where my kid's dirtbike was. I laughed in his face and explained the situation. Apparently my lawnmower engine angered the natives who called the police. The cop ended up being a car guy and hung out for a bit talking cars before he left.
We grandparents take turns having grandkids visit from far away. You can always tell, because some kid is hauling ass up and down the street. We take it in stride, because next month it'll be someone else's turn.
No one here is jealous of my minis. When minis were popular in 1969 , these dudes were already over 30.
I don't understand neighbors calling the police. Are people so spineless that they can't flag down a person and ask them to chill on the noise?
I haven't worn shoes in months. Come to think of it, I haven't bought shoes in over five years. Life in a hot place = flip flops. They suck as mini bike brakes though.
I do envy you guys with the mini bike events. I'd be all over it. :thumbsup: I'd show you guys what 3 hp of flathead power, unencumbered by modern technology can do. :laugh: Just before I got booted for being a dork.