Given that an election of a major for Brantford, Ontario is forthcoming, I thought that I should make a few observations for the candidates to respond to.
My first point is a question. Are the present and future councillors deliberately planning to turn this city into a Port Dover, North? Let me say this is not about the bike but about the noise the riders deliberately tamper with their mufflers to emit. And thus thereafter this muffler tampering, the noise, is used to bludgeon those unfortunately caught in its way. What is the point of this racket, this frightening roar? Is there something to be said for its presence? Are these riders displaying spme sort of group strength? I admit there are rebuilt cars that are tampered with to make a similar din. How is it that these men and women get away with this disturbance? If I allowed my muffler such disrepair I would be ticketed.
To repeat it’s not about the bike but about the noise. I was in Kingston when biker noise was outlawed. The change was facilitated because that town was a university town, as Brantford now is. The change and the peace was remarkable and arresting. Let us vote for such peace . For Dover not invading Brantford.
In addition I shall speak about other unnecessary noise, booming fireworks in celebration of some long forgotten holiday wherein the purchase of these magical gunpowder toys come to rival in-coming artillery. Are these consumers preparing us for war and making us prepared for such realities? Those with money purchase the biggest and best fireworks and seem to run a challenge with each other to hear who has the loudest boom, the most frightening artillery. The same kind of rivalry bikers vie for.
Might the candidates speak of Brantford as a city of peace, and not one of hot cars and noisy bikes.
Amen to reducing unnecessary noise, sir! My current annoyance is not motorbikes but people who carry their devices on public transit and either play games with multiple loud dings and buzzes or listen to programs at a volume such that everyone can hear! I have become an old cranky lady because I in no uncertain terms let them know they should be wearing headphones. And this is equally from the young (who surely have headphones) and the old (who may not have headphones or understand their technology but you’d think have some sense of more quiet retiring manners).
Strangely, for someone who has enjoyed city life and the excitable environment of the theatre, I have always thought there is a great deal of noise that is unnecessary: banging cupboard doors, stupidly loud cars, the aforementioned phones/devices. The monks and nuns get it 🙂 Have you had a chance to spend any length of time in a monastery?