Someone in the street has a very noisy car exhaust. He revs it. He idles it. Turns it off. Starts it again. Revs it, idles it, turns it off. Repeat throughout the day. When he does take off it backfires repeatedly down the street. I hope it blows up.
Oh that would shit me up the wall. I think this dude’s a visitor. To find out I would have to climb on the step ladder and look over the fence and that’s too much effort for me to care. I just want the motor to die.
Jam a potato onto the exhaust pipe. He won’t be able to start the engine. It may take him some time to think of checking the exhaust as its a long way from the engine. Does no damage and gets the point across.
Someone in the street has a very noisy car exhaust. He revs it. He idles it. Turns it off. Starts it again. Revs it, idles it, turns it off. Repeat throughout the day. When he does take off it backfires repeatedly down the street. I hope it blows up.
I taken to pointing at them as they drive past and making the “I’m wanking” gesture with my other hand.
😂
I want them, specifically them, to know my thoughts on the matter. I do it to Harleys and other bikes with loud pipes too. Noisy fucks.
I have a ‘mechanic’ neighbour. That’s his way of tuning cars.
Oh that would shit me up the wall. I think this dude’s a visitor. To find out I would have to climb on the step ladder and look over the fence and that’s too much effort for me to care. I just want the motor to die.
It gets a bit much sometimes. He does it less now thankfully.
Jam a potato onto the exhaust pipe. He won’t be able to start the engine. It may take him some time to think of checking the exhaust as its a long way from the engine. Does no damage and gets the point across.