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The wife and I were heading in to a banquet last night when I noticed the neighbors field all tore up with quad tracks. Sure enough a mile down the road they're sitting in my hay field hav'n some beers while a drowned bike is drying out. I got out of the van and one of the pr#@^s yelled "what the f--- do you want". "Money" was my response and some verbal diarhea flowed back and forth. One of them started forward with some cash and when his friends called him back I recognized him as a local bar room pugilist. 'Oh ****' I thought, now I'm gonna get muddy and probably bloody and worse yet ruin date night. He hit the ditch at a trot, but it was thigh deep with rotten snow and pitched him face first onto the road. I grabbed the hundred bucks from his hand and he asked 'does that make you happy'. Yup.
It was not my finest hour but we had a free night out and the baby sitter got paid well.
The astounding part is that they really didn't seem to have a clue that there is anything wrong with rutting up the country side.