Watcha gonna do when they come for you...

Last week Stacy and I, and I imagine neighbors for blocks around, were awakened at 2 am by the sounds of screeching tires.  I thought to myself, this is really a long accident in progress.  The tire screeching continued for nearly a half hour until I finally got up, got dressed and got in the truck to seek out the source of the disturbance.  Stacy joined me still in her night clothes...she looked hot.  Anyway, we drove around in the industrial area near our neighborhood and could hear the screeching tires but could not find the cars doing it.  We drove around for thirty minutes and finally found a group of tire screeching enthusiasts behind some buildings racing and spinning and smoking their tires on a home built road course. 

Luckily, I had my big MagLite and was able to shine it down on them as we were in the parking area overlooking the parking lot they were screeching in.  I would have to say these guys were fearless.  Our presence didn't deter them from their appointed screeching duties.  We decided to go back to the house and get a cell phone and see if we could get the Lenexa police to come and beg them to stop their screeching so we could get some sleep.  By the time we got back, they were gone.  Stacy said she bet they went to Quik Trip to bask in the afterglow of leaving most of the tread on their tires back on the asphalt.  As we drove by QT, there they were and there went a Lenexa officer.  We chased him down to tell him they were the ones doing the illegal screeching.  We even showed him where the clandestine screeching was taking place. 

He said he had given them a stern talking to and they probably won't be screeching any more that night.  What a relief!  I just kind of wished one of them would have had a license plate light out so he could have thrown them in jail for the night and their parents could come down and they could explain to them that they ignored the burnt out light and that's why they were staying at the graybar inn for the night. 

Isn't it ironic?  Screeching tires loud enough to be heard over three blocks away at 3 in the morning and they get a stern talking to.  I pass through Westwood and get socked with $160 in fines for misuse of a turn signal and get cussed at.  What a wacky world we live in.