This morning, as is my habit on the weekdays, I stopped by my parents house in Five Points to get their morning paper in and drop off some food I had cooked for them. It was about 7:15, still pretty early. Driving out of their side street, I had to wait for a passing motorcycle to pass by on Milledge Circle. It was some asshole on a Harley. I call him an asshole because at that early hour, he blasted by with his straight pipes, running 45 or 50 MPH up the road, in a residential area. It literally hurt my ears and I cannot imagine anyone being able to sleep through that racket. Maybe he likes to make noise to compensate for some under-endowement or maybe his momma didn't raise him right. Either way, this guy is a total jerk.
It reminded me of the old joke: What's the difference between a Harley and a Hoover?