For the past twenty-four hours I have been enduring the almost constant drone of motorbikes going up and down Route One.
This week is Bike Fest Week at Ocean City, Maryland.
|Ocean City Bike Week|
Over 100,000 bicyclists gather once a year at Ocean City to pump up their testosterone with the roar of their unmuffled motorcycles.
Folks, I have too tell you that the (almost) constant drone of those motor cycle engines reverberating off of Route One which borders Casa Tipton-Kelly is starting to get to me. In fact, that motorcycle roar is driving me crazy.
One of the main reasons I moved out of center city Philadelphia was that I couldn't take the almost constant squeal of police sirens. After years of listening to those police car sirens screaming, I just had to get away from the source. We moved to the country, in the middle of the woods, where (we thought) there was peace and quiet. That lasted a few years until our neighbor died and his property was sold and subdivided. The new owners adjoining our quiet wooded oasis had four ATV's which they drove around the perimeter of their property for hours on end. Drove me crazy. Such a shame because we moved to the country for peace and quiet.
Thank goodness this Bike Fest is only once a year. But I didn't get much sleep last night because of the roar of those motor bike engines. Even as I type this blog the motorcycles continue to roar up Route One.
I took these videos this morning after my walk to show you all what I have been listening to for a good twenty-four hours now.
Oh for peace and quiet.