I do my best to accept… loud motorcyles… the deep throbbing bass from a kids car stereo (enough to rattle the change in my car).  I look and think back on my loud years… hoping it gives me patience to accept.  Each generation a bit louder (and dumber) than the last.  If you haven’t seen these morons that pop wheelies with their bikes at 60 miles an hour up the Northway… well spring is here and they’ll be out soon.  I’ve got no problem with it if you’re just out to wreck your own neck -- but I’m going to be ticked off if you take me along too.  That’s all I need is flying bike & body parts coming at my car.  Take note -- don’t count on me for a big swerve if you crack up…I’ll swerve if there is a way to do so without more injury.  I’ve seen too many accidents where people swerve to avoid a deer and crash to the end.  As for the car stereo … little more tolerent there… but not much.