Last night I slept well. Unlike Saturday night which I kept being awoken by the drone of thousands of motorcycles roaring up Route One all during the night. Ah, quiet, how sweet it was. So nice to get a good night's sleep.
I knew when I posted my whining on my Facebook account that I would receive blowback. This time from my niece and her daughter who have boyfriend/husband who are cyclists. She called me a grumpy old man which I do not deny. I proudly declare myself a GRUMPY OLD MAN.
I would expect them to defend and justify their men. My niece even tried to justify all that noise pollution by saying "They're doing it for charity." Oh give me a break. They're doing it because they like to be noticed by making a LOT of noise. I noticed, okay?
Another person left a comment on my blog about "live and let live." Hey, I'm all for the "live and let live" but all that noise for thirty six hours straight?
Every year they have this
I had a fitful night's sleep for the first time since they had Bike Fest Week. Somebody changed something. Hopefully next year they'll go back to their previous migration pattern and have their cacophony of noise on a Saturday during the day.
Last night was so pleasant. Quiet. I slept like a babe. Actually, I slept like a contented Grumpy Old Man.