With the warm weather everybody with a motorcycle, from the mightest Hog to the sleekest crotch rocket, is on the road. Great, fine. But you guys with genitals issues? Yeah, you don't need to be blowing down my residential street at 45mph. Morover, whatever you do to make it as loud as possible, the choke, the clutch, whatever, needs to stop. We get it, you have a Harley and some Oedipal issues you are working out. Stop sharing. Next time, instead of calling the cops after your 5th trip down my street, I'm gonna follow you home, wait till you go to bed, and then put plastic wrap between the trees at the end of your driveway. Morons. First I tried talking (hey guys, could ya slow down?), then I tried yelling (SLOW THE %$ DOWN!), then you got cited.