- Aug 2, 2000
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This Sunday was pretty nice around here. I should have gone riding, but since my partner's still down with the broke ribs (see "Scare Scramble" thread in ride reports), I decided to putter around the garage.
First off, puttering. Now that makes me feel old just using that term! :eek: I was cleaning some stuff up, starting a bunch of projects that I'll never finish, and generally just kickin' back with a can of beer.
Then it starts :debil:
The neighbor kid (who graduated high school last year) was home working on his rig. Now, generally this is a pretty peaceful neighborhood, but not this day. Out of his "kickin' stereo" (the only thing worth a dime in that car!) comes some gangsta rap. Now, I can put up with some of it for a little while, but not this stuff--"mutha-f*ah, n*ah, s*!" You name the expletive, it was in there for poetic license! With a 6-year and 3-year old, I didn't think they needed to be hearing it, and I don't think the little old ladies that live across the street wanted to hear it either.
Luckily, the kid maybe got an attack of conscience and turned the noise off. Lucky for him that is, since I was about to bust out the big speakers and crank up some Johnny Cash! :p
Anyhow, the more I thought about it, the older I felt! Cripes, I used to be the kid with the loud stereo! Now, almost 33, I prefer some quiet music (albeit something hard!) while I'm doing my puttering! :D
Now excuse me while I take my Geritol . . . :ugg:
First off, puttering. Now that makes me feel old just using that term! :eek: I was cleaning some stuff up, starting a bunch of projects that I'll never finish, and generally just kickin' back with a can of beer.
Then it starts :debil:
The neighbor kid (who graduated high school last year) was home working on his rig. Now, generally this is a pretty peaceful neighborhood, but not this day. Out of his "kickin' stereo" (the only thing worth a dime in that car!) comes some gangsta rap. Now, I can put up with some of it for a little while, but not this stuff--"mutha-f*ah, n*ah, s*!" You name the expletive, it was in there for poetic license! With a 6-year and 3-year old, I didn't think they needed to be hearing it, and I don't think the little old ladies that live across the street wanted to hear it either.
Luckily, the kid maybe got an attack of conscience and turned the noise off. Lucky for him that is, since I was about to bust out the big speakers and crank up some Johnny Cash! :p
Anyhow, the more I thought about it, the older I felt! Cripes, I used to be the kid with the loud stereo! Now, almost 33, I prefer some quiet music (albeit something hard!) while I'm doing my puttering! :D
Now excuse me while I take my Geritol . . . :ugg: