Quiet Riot

So me and my father went to play tennis this afternoon, down
at a local park near the river. We were the only ones there
playing tennis; a couple people were walking their dogs, and
it was so quiet, so peaceful. A still, humid November day, in
the mid-60s, overcast, ideal tennis conditions. Ideal day.
Then came the assholes with their dirtbikes. I knew it was
too good to be true. They set up in the parking lot, about 10
people total, while the two guys pulled off their bikes from
the trailers. There are at least 3 signs up in this park, that
I'm sure of, which clearly state, "No ATVs, No Motorcycles,"
but this did not stop these boys from ringing the air with
horrid revving and squeeling as they spun, dragged, and
wheelied all over the parking lot. One of them even had
the audacity to ride on the sidewalk right by the tennis
court. He knew we were annoyed by them and this was his
way of flipping us off without actually doing it. Normally
Im all for a little rule-bending and snubbing authority,
but to me parks are sacred. People come to them to have
a bit of peace for a small slice of their day. I kept hoping
one of them would fall off and break his neck. There are
all kinds of sites for this activity around Chattanooga.
Even a few dirt trails that are regularly used by dirtbikes
and ATVs not too far from this very park. But they came
here instead, not caring or realizing in the least, that they
were ruining this sanctuary of quiet for a bit of retarded
fun. I hate fucking motorcycles! And the phoney fools who
ride them... more some other time on my irritation with
the phoney biker tribes that hang around local Hixson
bars.