redfox
Hero member
I ride like Piet, and in villages or in Copenhagen or whereever there is a town: slowly and quietly. Nice and easy. Jotapipes or not. It's actually very easy to drive around quietly. A bit of revs outside on the countryside, where noone is near. Same with my cars. Usually it rains so much here in Denmark, that the sunny days can be counted on two hands for a whole season, so that's that. Noise problem is not a problem here in Denmark.
As Piet says, it's the braindead xxxxx from xxxxx who is suppressed by their "green" girlfriend and sold their soul to a bank, who on their gsxrrrrrrrr or whatever and of course the "pirates of society" the old men with lots of free capital bound in a house, which is now spent on a fuelbreathing stupidity on two wheels, called a chopper... Argh.... Tired...
Rest of year, roads are filled up completely with "baby on board", "dog on board", "Woman on board", and old men in multi coloured spandex on two wheels whose ride weighs far less than their wallet, and whose belly is far heavier than their car.
And of course the teenagers on a horseback... Argh.
Willy nilly, I do my best to take care of them all.
But.
And there's a but.
Every single day, no exception, except from apprx. 16/2-2020 - 10/5-2020, I have to put up with a gazillion of smoking stinking diesel cars letting their extreme amount of toxic waste out, into my lungs, my house, my garden. And the "oh so nice" countryside residents, are by far the worst, because they are so greedy, that they don't even want to buy their toxic waste diesel on a gasstation, but by cheaper oil for house warming, and shoot it all off here where I live in Copenhagen.
And no, I don't have money to move house.
Every stinking day.
THAT should be forbidden.
First.
Thanks for your patience
Jacques
As Piet says, it's the braindead xxxxx from xxxxx who is suppressed by their "green" girlfriend and sold their soul to a bank, who on their gsxrrrrrrrr or whatever and of course the "pirates of society" the old men with lots of free capital bound in a house, which is now spent on a fuelbreathing stupidity on two wheels, called a chopper... Argh.... Tired...
Rest of year, roads are filled up completely with "baby on board", "dog on board", "Woman on board", and old men in multi coloured spandex on two wheels whose ride weighs far less than their wallet, and whose belly is far heavier than their car.
And of course the teenagers on a horseback... Argh.
Willy nilly, I do my best to take care of them all.
But.
And there's a but.
Every single day, no exception, except from apprx. 16/2-2020 - 10/5-2020, I have to put up with a gazillion of smoking stinking diesel cars letting their extreme amount of toxic waste out, into my lungs, my house, my garden. And the "oh so nice" countryside residents, are by far the worst, because they are so greedy, that they don't even want to buy their toxic waste diesel on a gasstation, but by cheaper oil for house warming, and shoot it all off here where I live in Copenhagen.
And no, I don't have money to move house.
Every stinking day.
THAT should be forbidden.
First.
Thanks for your patience
Jacques