Letter To A Young Motorcycle Rider
I suspect it's the same buttwad who revved his bike at length in front of my house in the wee hours the other night. I saw his bike parked squarely in front of my house, so I typed this note in big type on a piece of paper, and Scotch-taped it to his bike seat:
Hey, motorcyle rider...see these houses here? We people in them are working people, and we have to be up early in the morning to make a living in this economy. That means we need our sleep. If you're going to park here and go to the bar, you need to be considerate of those of us who live here and walk your bike to the corner and then start it. Please don't start it in front of our houses. We were awakened by some inconsiderate, ill-raised person on a motorcycle the other night who revved it for a while in front of our apartments and houses. We're hoping that wasn't you. And we're hoping it won't be you tonight. Think about how your momma raised you. And if she didn't raise you to be considerate of other people, there's no time like now to start.
Whaddya know, it worked. He left quietly. Didn't hear a thing.
There's always a chance in cases like this that somebody will act like more of an buttwad if you ask them not to behave badly. But, I did use a subtle tactic here -- the use of "we."
I wrote about this in I SEE RUDE PEOPLE -- that coming at somebody, not as an individual, but as a member of a group in telling them to stop whatever rude fucking thing they're doing tends to be more successful.
I had an example of this in Starbucks not long ago. Yet another loud businessman was bellowing into his phone. I smiled and gestured and stage-whispered, "Would you mind keeping it down?" (I don't do it like this because I'm meek, but because it's more successful than saying, "Look, you loud, rude fuck...")
Usually, with this approach, a nice person who just wasn't being mindful will say, "Oh, sorry...wasn't paying attention..." or something like that, but this guy was having none of that. He launched into a rude litany about how I should go to the library, etc. (of course, this is because he's taking over a shared space as if it's his own), and completely expectedly (yawn) he told me I was crazy.
"Yes," I said, "It guess it is crazy to expect a guy as inconsiderate as you clearly are to act considerately."
And then it happened: The guy on the other side of me turned to him and said, "Look man, you were really loud. It's disturbing."
And all of a sudden, it was like somebody put a cork in the loud jerk.
I've seen happen this time and time again: the power in numbers in silencing the rude asshats on their phones or rude people doing any number of things. Remember that, and next time you're ruded on, maybe whisper to the person next to you and ask them support you, and you all might be less robbed of your time, thoughts, and peace of mind by the rude, and for a lot less time.
And spread the word!







Well, numbers do make a difference, but in this case, it could also have been that it was a guy who said it the second time, instead of a woman. I hate to say it, but a lot of people will listen to a man, but not a woman.
WayneB at September 29, 2010 5:54 AM
I'm glad your note worked.
I live in one of the most inconsiderate neighborhoods you can probably find. If I tried to ask them to keep it quiet I'd probably get a can of Natural Ice in my face.
It's a tightly packed area - houses are very close to one another and all back-to-back. So we have houses on the left, the right, in back, then in front is a small one-way road with houses opposite. On Thursday nights the asshat behind us turns his jetskis on in his driveway on their trailer and he lets them run for upwards of 1.5 hours. I have no idea why, but it's obviously in preparation for his weekend somewhere. On Sunday evenings around dinner time, when he gets back from polluting the ocean with his Skidoos, he mows the lawn then weed whacks, even after it's dark.
The 'hood is also filled with bikers. The idiot across the street blew $50,000 on his piece of shit Harley (it's always broken down; he brags about how much he spent on it. He lives with his brother or something). He revs that piece of junk and peels out. Turns around. Peels back. Bikers just love to let it scream on our street. Usually in groups.
Dave has a Kawasaki Ninja and it's pretty loud. We only ride it on Saturday afternoons and we don't choose to get it up to 100 MPH on our little road b/c not only is it deafening and rude - it's dangerous b/c there are kids and pets. When we get up our hill Dave cuts the engine and will coast down the road and into our driveway so as to not be obnoxious.
The guy in the house next to us is a peeping creeper. He'll peer at me through the fence. He'll stand outside the house and walk over to see what I am doing in the yard. He's just stare me down no matter what I am doing - if I'm sitting in my car for more than 10 seconds with the engine on, he'll come over and stare. SO AWKWARD. He needs a hobby. One far away from the house.
I'm at my wits end and pretty glad it's almost time to seal up the house from outside noises for a few months. Can't wait to move somewhere and have more space between our house and the road/neighbors. We should (HOPEFULLY!) be in a position to move in another 3-5 years. I'm grateful to have a house but there's something to be said for renting - you can just up and move when you hate the area.
Gretchen at September 29, 2010 6:41 AM
The comments about the bikers reminds me of a South Park episode in which the boys call loud motorcycle riders FAGS which cause some homosexuals some problems. Got some real world lesbian and gay groups up in arms (some terse sounding letters and tongue tsking, still nothing compared to the Muslims)
Anyways a clip
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I7hQN4Amaeg
Of course my solutions would probably require property damage.
John Paulson at September 29, 2010 9:07 AM
I saw this rude woman at Ralph's yesterday. She butted in line.
I said, "We don't like you butting in line!" I put a little flourish under the "We."
She said, "Fuck off, pervert!"
I said, "You didn't hear the royal 'We'?"
She said, "Shove it up your royal ass! Or asses, whichever it may be."
I turned to the man next to me and said, "Are we going to take this?"
He said, "You really are a weenie, aren't you?"
I said, "But I read Amy Alkon, and this is what she said would result in a victory for the civilized (though potty-mouthed)resisters of rudeness."
He said, "You read and you are wasting your time like this? You read who?"
Point taken.
BOTU at September 29, 2010 2:38 PM
Amy Alkon
http://www.advicegoddess.com/archives/2010/09/29/letter_to_a_you_1.html#comment-1760149">comment from BOTUA couple of years ago, two Russian women tried to cut in front of me at Loehmann's with some excuses about why they needed to pay and get out right away. I said, "You know, my family's part Russian, and I totally have your number. I'm not letting you cut in front of me. But, if these nice ladies behind me are okay with you cutting in front of them, fine by me." The women behind me all said, "You're not cutting in front of me!" and the two Russian ladies went to the back of the line.
We didn't evolve to be around strangers, so most people aren't that comfortable speaking up to them. But, when you explain that you're being victimized and the victimizers shouldn't have the right to do that, and that you should speak up, people do it and feel good about it. I've had numerous people tell me that that's the result of reading my book for them, and I love that.
Amy Alkon
at September 29, 2010 2:50 PM
Amy Alkon
http://www.advicegoddess.com/archives/2010/09/29/letter_to_a_you_1.html#comment-1760159">comment from BOTUOh, and regarding your made-up story to serve your vast sucking need for attention, weenies are people who let themselves be walked on.
Amy Alkon
at September 29, 2010 3:21 PM
If my friend Mr. Oscar Meyer was here, you woudn't dare talk to me like that!
BOTU at September 29, 2010 4:22 PM
I'd talk to you just the same, and Oscar Meyer needs me more than they need you, with all the Oscar Meyer low-sodium bacon I go through a month. (It's my favorite -- put it in the microwave on a covered Pyrex dish; three strips on 10 minutes/medium/high, no splatter, delish.)
I wait until they're 2 for $6 and buy 20. I have a tiny freezer and that about fills it to the gills, but it's worth it.
Amy Alkon at September 29, 2010 4:55 PM
BOTU seems a bit more snarky today. Usually he is better with the sarcasm. Bad night BOTU?
John Paulson at September 29, 2010 11:44 PM
He probably lost his favorite butt plug
lujlp at September 30, 2010 7:03 AM
Well, numbers do make a difference, but in this case, it could also have been that it was a guy who said it the second time, instead of a woman. I hate to say it, but a lot of people will listen to a man, but not a woman.
Posted by: WayneB at September 29, 2010 5:54 AM
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Or (not that this is any better) maybe the offender assumed that only women dislike loud noises, since he probably wouldn't have minded if another man was yakking, and therefore he didn't care so long as other men weren't visibly bothered.
lenona at September 30, 2010 9:41 AM
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