I am almost at my wit’s end and I swear, I am nearly ready to resort to drinkin’ but it’s not a weekend and you know how I am with rules that I set for myself.
It started after work, which by the way, was inordinately busy.
I had some errands to run which took extra time because the traffic in the nearby college town rivaled my recent trip to New York City.
I kid you not. It was nuts, I tellya. Bumper-to-bumper.
And then I came home, expecting some peace and quiet.
And all I can hear since the moment I opened the car door is the awful neighbors who have moved into a rental home that lies along our driveway.
They have dirt bikes. And they have turned their yard into a dirt bike track.
When they first moved here about 3 weeks ago, I went over to talk to them to tell them to please stay off the property here. I told them I didn’t want to call the police before coming over to discuss it politely with them. The husband was very nice and apologized profusely. And he’s kept to his promise to stay off the property. The noise today, however, is jarring my preserves (as my mother used to say).
I believe one of the bikes is not running properly, and the way to get it to do so is to keep using the throttle over and over and over and over and . . .
Oh, my God help me.
Last week, I called the county sheriff’s office to question the laws regarding noise and the installation of a dirt bike track on your rental property. They told me that as far as the track goes, they were basically within their rights to do so. But if it got too loud, to call them and they’d pay a visit. They did suggest, however, that I find out the name of the property owner and give them a heads up about the mud hole that used to be their front yard.
It used to be a lovely yard, but when I went over there, the grass was gone and it was nothing but mud and dirt.
Today I found out the name of the property owner.
My husband is not as annoyed as I and he suggested I go take a walk.
Is he kidding? All I can hear are dirt bikes!!!
It is just so sad . . . to have this piece of hallowed and historic ground on which we live, for it to be marred by this awful noise.
And to make things worse, today our cat killed a young red bellied woodpecker. We are both so angry with her. It was just the icing on the cake of my shitty day.
Damn low class neighbors and their loud-ass dirt bikes.
Oh, my God. I am on a tear. Sorry about that.
Photos were taken on a walk yesterday which, for some reason, was much quieter. And again, my sincere apologies for the cursing and the rant. It ain’t always sweetness and light here.