An open letter to the guy that revs his dunebuggy engine for 15-45 minutes, twice a day, 7 days a week.
Dear sleeveless T shirt mullet guy,
We've been together for almost 16 months now. Isn't that crazy? Time really flies when you're standing around staring at a combustible engine and increasing the rpm by hand.
This morning while sleeping at 7:30am you were kind enough to try and give me a lesson in how to rev a combustible gasoline engine by hand, from across the street. I was unable to attend due to my physical ailment.
Now, having gone back to sleep and been woken up to your delightful mastery of reving, I can clearly see you are an artist. You never give up, you never cut your mullet, you never have sleeves on your shirt. Something should be said about your dedication and relentless pursuit of the wasting of gasoline and waking up the neighborhood.
You have a mission, and nothing is going to distract you from becoming the worlds greatest white guy in a sleeveless shirt, mullet bearing master dauber, that revs dunebuggy engines. I see the fire in your eyes and a socket wrench in your hand.
To you sir, I say Kudos, and I thank you for what you've given me and the whole neighborhood since the purchase of your dunebuggy 16 months ago.
Godspeed to Napa,
The Exhaust Afficianado
Dear sleeveless T shirt mullet guy,
We've been together for almost 16 months now. Isn't that crazy? Time really flies when you're standing around staring at a combustible engine and increasing the rpm by hand.
This morning while sleeping at 7:30am you were kind enough to try and give me a lesson in how to rev a combustible gasoline engine by hand, from across the street. I was unable to attend due to my physical ailment.
Now, having gone back to sleep and been woken up to your delightful mastery of reving, I can clearly see you are an artist. You never give up, you never cut your mullet, you never have sleeves on your shirt. Something should be said about your dedication and relentless pursuit of the wasting of gasoline and waking up the neighborhood.
You have a mission, and nothing is going to distract you from becoming the worlds greatest white guy in a sleeveless shirt, mullet bearing master dauber, that revs dunebuggy engines. I see the fire in your eyes and a socket wrench in your hand.
To you sir, I say Kudos, and I thank you for what you've given me and the whole neighborhood since the purchase of your dunebuggy 16 months ago.
Godspeed to Napa,
The Exhaust Afficianado
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So, from where I sit, I see 3 different companies garbage cans, and recycling pickups. All about 20 feet from my window.
So, around 4:30 am they start. One of the 10 or so delivery trucks that arrives to the bakery starts unloading, the first recycling guy arrives just to pick up glass... then the next delivery guy shows and unloads 20 metal rolling racks of baked goods.
I swear to Christ that these men are the most vindictive bastards to ever walk the face of the earth.
But a dog kennel....I'm terribly sorry.