Infinite MonkeysWhile Robb is asking questions (just below) that may or may not involve the intent of the Founders, I have a more modern gripe. I've just about had it with these gall-dern noisy exhaust tips bolted onto an annoyingly high percentage of cars these days. You've heard 'em. Whether they're on a Civic or a Dodge Neon, they're just silly. I don't care what marginal measure of horsepower might be gained by lowering the exhaust pressure a smidge. To me it's about the same as using a clothespin to put a playing card in your bicycle spokes; fine if you're under ten years old.
As a noise-sensitive naybob, you might think that I have a problem with booming bass pouring from cars these days. Nope. Doesn't bother me. Well, let me amend that. If the trunk lid is rattling, well, that's a problem. But the low rumble isn't an issue for me.
But another noise is.
I don't care how popular it is. I don't care if it's copyrighted. Those damn short-piped Harley-Davidsons. It's not just about not liking the noise itself; it's that the cracking, thwap-thwapping of those engines, many tweaked and operated specifically for volume, is far more invasive and intrusive than subwoofer box I have encountered. These M-60 machine guns of the road (albeit with blanks) have on more than one occasion awakened my sleeping children, and not just while we're out on the road.
You might think I'm just gittin' old. But it bothers me that municipalities have statutes in place against stereo systems that can be heard from so many yards away, but there seems to be some sort of powerful Harley lobby preventing the enforcement of any noise codes against bikes loud enough to send veterans into fitful flashbacks.
That's it. Just had to get that out. Coming soon: my problems with the songs that the radio pumps through those subs.
Posted by Brad at May 24, 2004 05:12 PM | TrackBack