It's the little things...
Common Courtesy and Common Sense are not lost.
Lying back and watching game 6 of the ALCS I hear my roomate coming home....from a city block away. Tuesday night is bike night where he meets other scooter owners for dinner served by bikini clad waitresses at Scoot's Double-Double, then on to a bike show in Garland, then a ride in the cool night air.
...So I hear him coming home. I hear the various pitches in sound, all loud, his Bubs with short baffles make as he changes directions at various points to get to the house. I have heard this countless times on Tuesday nights, but never really paid attention. I noticed some thing tonight listening to his run to the garage.
BUBUBUBUBUBUBUBUBUBUBUBUBUBUBBUBUBUBUB
~changing directions~ bub bub bub bub bub bub bub bub bub bub bub bub
~changing directions~ BUBUBUBUBUBUBUBUBUBUBUB
~changing directions~ bub bub bub bub bub bub bub bub bub bub bub bub
...then I hear the sound get killed. Bike is turned off, I guess. Then and only then do I hear the garage door roll up. I am guessing that he kills the bike, hits the remote for the door, then walks the bike into the garage. The only conclusion I can come to for his doing this is that if he were to actually motor the bike into the garage, he would blow out all the windows on my car and, through vibration, rearrange all the furniture in the living room on the second floor every time he came home. GEE! Isn't that a considerate roomate?! What a swell guy!
Lying back and watching game 6 of the ALCS I hear my roomate coming home....from a city block away. Tuesday night is bike night where he meets other scooter owners for dinner served by bikini clad waitresses at Scoot's Double-Double, then on to a bike show in Garland, then a ride in the cool night air.
...So I hear him coming home. I hear the various pitches in sound, all loud, his Bubs with short baffles make as he changes directions at various points to get to the house. I have heard this countless times on Tuesday nights, but never really paid attention. I noticed some thing tonight listening to his run to the garage.
BUBUBUBUBUBUBUBUBUBUBUBUBUBUBBUBUBUBUB
~changing directions~ bub bub bub bub bub bub bub bub bub bub bub bub
~changing directions~ BUBUBUBUBUBUBUBUBUBUBUB
~changing directions~ bub bub bub bub bub bub bub bub bub bub bub bub
...then I hear the sound get killed. Bike is turned off, I guess. Then and only then do I hear the garage door roll up. I am guessing that he kills the bike, hits the remote for the door, then walks the bike into the garage. The only conclusion I can come to for his doing this is that if he were to actually motor the bike into the garage, he would blow out all the windows on my car and, through vibration, rearrange all the furniture in the living room on the second floor every time he came home. GEE! Isn't that a considerate roomate?! What a swell guy!
4 Comments:
actually, i don't kill the bike. occasionally, i can get the garage door to respond at the top of the alley, so i can just roll in. otherwise, i just sit on the 75 degree incline that is our driveway and wait for the garage door to open. then i pull in, but never killing it. no reason to piss off the neighbors any more than they already are. so it's not really courtesy, it's convenience.
oh, and i didn't hit scoots last night. went to a soccer game instead.
and the change in pitch is first and second gear. the top end of first gets loud in a "i'm a pissed off 3 year old wanting my bankey" sound. shift it into second gear and if it's to soon to be in second, the bubs get quite defined. and since i'm driving through an alley with 3 story buildings on both sides, the sound is amplified. so everyone in the complex can hear me pull in.
and now that i've blown your nice story all to bits...
Thanks for setting us straight, LBG. I knew it was too good to be true.
damnit stodgy, i wish you'd quit giving away my secrets. any and i had a code in place and now you're giving it away to the world.
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