Neigborhood Speeder
At some point when I became a dad I became the guy in the neighborhood who yells at speeders flying down my street. Personally get on the highway and let er’ rip. On my little side street however, where my kids play in the yard, slow the heck down.
There was one particular young guy that seemed to take my “hey slow down” as a challenge. One day the poor punk made the mistake of doing his normal drag race in front of my house while best friend Sam was visiting. We were in the front yard when he went by and Sam jumped on his bike and took off after him. Sam came back a short time later.
I felt a little bad about it, but I never saw that guy again driving down my street in his little wanna-be hot rod. The funny thing is the area where he lives is best reached going down my street. To get out the other way is way out of the way for him. It’s been several years since it happened. Surely the guys has moved, if not he has sure put a lot of extra miles on his car going the long way around to the next major street.
Good friends are hard to find, and even harder to get to behave.
November 12th, 2009 at 10:48 am
Just be careful. You saw that guy on the news this past week that was beat to death by some teens for telling them to slow down. But you can’t just let them race down the street like that either…gotta look out for the kids first. Way to go Sam!
November 12th, 2009 at 3:20 pm
Any thing for a great friend (almost brother).
November 13th, 2009 at 10:34 am
One of the greatest lines I ever heard on TV was “Hey, slow that thing down, this is a neighborhood, not a residential area.” Good for Sam. I may be one of the few people in the world who appreciate speed bumps.