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 shirt' 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.