The noise had to be it. I was in second gear and I have a Thermal exhaust on the car which is not annoying but a bit bubbly. I also got yelled at a few years ago a few streets over when I took my slow as crap Starlet around the block. Same thing-in second gear and a louder exhaust but only going 25. Maybe I just need to get a big berkeleying SUV with a thumping stereo to fit in.
Only by my mother in law. She wants to know why I always drive like I'm trying to outrun a sheriff.
I got yelled out once in my neighborhood in the cop car. I was doing about 10 looking for my cat so I had no idea WTF was going on. Somebody just randomly pulled up next to me to chew me out. I scared him off with the threat to call out the real cops for harassment, trespassing, and assault.
I got yelled at once in the Rx-7 but it does have giant numbers on the doors and a loud exhaust. Still wasn't doing the limit though. It's gotta be the RPM thing.
I haven't had a ticket in 6 years and just don't speed so I confused whenever stuff like this happens.
My girlfriend yells at me whenever I drive her car in the snow. I don't let her drive in the snow, because she doesn't quite understand that you can't turn and brake at the same time. And then we get there without hitting any curbs, and she says "you're such a good driver"
Thanks for the yelling honey, I love you too.
Yeah, most people don't realize that there's no direct scientific connection between "sounding" fast and actually "driving" fast.
mtn wrote: My girlfriend yells at me whenever I drive her car in the snow. I don't let her drive in the snow, because she doesn't quite understand that you can't turn and brake at the same time. And then we get there without hitting any curbs, and she says "you're such a good driver" Thanks for the yelling honey, I love you too.
Haha, my girlfriend always does the same to me. If I'm driving her car I am always going to fast, but for some reason she always asks me to drive. She also won't let me drive over 10mph on any dirt road in her car.
Eldukerino wrote:mtn wrote: My girlfriend yells at me whenever I drive her car in the snow. I don't let her drive in the snow, because she doesn't quite understand that you can't turn and brake at the same time. And then we get there without hitting any curbs, and she says "you're such a good driver" Thanks for the yelling honey, I love you too.Haha, my girlfriend always does the same to me. If I'm driving her car I am always going to fast, but for some reason she always asks me to drive. She also won't let me drive over 10mph on any dirt road in her car.
Luckily I'm never yelled at for going to fast. Sorry, but 90 in a Corolla is boring. Which is another reason that I drive, she seems to think that 30 over is about right. I'm good with 3.
I've found in these situations, that a friendly wave does one of two things: it either diffuses the situation completely, or totally pisses the weirdo off. Either way, I'm happy.
There was a speed limit vigilante in London, Ont. when I used to live there. His house (presumably) was on a section of fairly busy road that ran over a bridge, then up and back down hill. In this section it had to be narrowed to one lane in either direction just because there was nowhere to build extra lanes. Nowhere to pass, solid yellow the whole way. (Riverside Dr. between Wonderland and Woodward Ave. for anyone who has been there.) I presume this guy was retired with nothing to do because he would spend literally hours every day acting as the "pace car" up that section of the street, rigidly sticking to the underposted 50 km/h limit. He would get to the part where the street widened back into four lanes, turn around, and go off pacing the other direction.
You could always tell when this shining citizen was coming because there would be NO traffic for some time, then he would come puttering down the hill at exactly 50 km/h with a big line of very annoyed drivers behind him.
Anyway on one end the street widened about 50m before a traffic light which was usually red, and woe betide anyone who dared use that section to actually pass this guy and then sit next to him at the light. He'd have his window rolled down, shouting and cursing at you for trying to "tear up his neighbourhood", spraying spittle everywhere. I think eventually his license must have gotten yanked after too many people complained because he stopped doing it after a few years and sat on his porch instead, glowering at traffiic.
I got yelled at once when I had my top down. I stood on the brakes and backed up, and said, "Excuse me, can I see your radar gun?" To which the reply was "wait. what?" "Well you don't have a radar gun, but I have a speedometer, and I assure you I was not breaking the speed limit. Now this.. this is against the law." I then proceeded to do as much of a burnout as a Miata is capable of.
Oh yeah, I've had someone yell at me in just the same situation, but luckily it was not my neighborhood, or my town. I was doing under 20 since I saw a lot of people outside chatting around a truck, and the drunkest of all yells "Slow the f*** down!".........scrubbing tire stop ensues......"Excuse me?" ......."blah blah blah-diddy-blah"......as there were no kids out this faithful afternoon, just drunk dads... my line lock switch engages, and smoke screen is enabled....oh how I love to make my problems disappear. Needless to say it was some time before I drove back into that neighborhood. And several years have passed, so I'm not quite so reckless these days. But I do not think back and get angry, the memory of my younger days actually makes me smile.
Funny story........I had a lady throw a rake at me and yell as I went by. The rake missed the car (intentionally or not I don't know) so I stopped to tell her I should call the police for that behavior. It turned out it was a womanl I knew in high school but I was wearing sun glasses and a hat so she didn't recognize me. The rest is like the other stories here......it was a 25mph zone which I was doing, additionally I had my young son in a car seat next te me, yet there she was still ripping me a new one. My other high school friends got a kick out of that story......."Hey, I ran into Karen the other day, ya she threw a rake at me"...
The "no wake zone" advice is good to heed in my opinion. I do the same thing. I can't say that I was so considerate when I was younger. Now with a few more gray hairs that's how I act.
Then again...
There is no pleasing some folks. I usually just flick them off and keep on trucking. They're not being rational especially if I'm doing the speed limit in the tallest gear I can safely run in at that speed. So, an irrational response is what they get. I smile when I do it too.
Wowak wrote: I got yelled at once when I had my top down. I stood on the brakes and backed up, and said, "Excuse me, can I see your radar gun?" To which the reply was "wait. what?" "Well you don't have a radar gun, but I have a speedometer, and I assure you I was not breaking the speed limit. Now this.. this is against the law." I then proceeded to do as much of a burnout as a Miata is capable of.
Now that's funny.
I got yelled at once a long time ago in my V8 RX7 when I actually was going a bit above the speed limit. I pulled into a gas station and some guy in an SUV pulled in and yelled at me for going too fast. I shrugged and continued to fill up the car. He kept on, so I said "buddy, my car will stop and turn better at 100 than your truck will at 30, so I think I'm much safer to be on the road with if I'm only doing 50 than you are at the speed limit. So kindly STFU."
Then I turned and ignored him.
But that was long ago. I'm sure, though, that if loud is what does it, then my current car is bound to get yelled at in my quiet neighborhood even when going the speed limit:
I actually yell at Joey because he is driving too SLOW... but then he should be hauling ass to get my pizza 90 miles befor that 30 minute guarantee times out ;)
Wowak wrote: I then proceeded to do as much of a burnout as a Miata is capable of.
So you revved the motor to 7000 rpm, dumped the clutch, and the Miata gave a very subtle chirp while bucking up the road?
I love those cars. 
"I hope you choke on all 95 rear wheel horsepower!"
If I had a dollar for every time I've been at a TSD rally and some irate local has come out and started shouting at the poor checkpoint workers... The best line I heard was at an event in the mountains of Vermont when a local came out shouting, "Why don't you just go back to your shopping malls?!"
We get this all the time in my buddies' hondas.
Car 1)
EG hatch with a high compression LS Vtec w/ Buddy Club Spec2 exhaust. (straight pipe w/ no muffler.) It sounds like an F1 car with a bad misfire. We can go through our neighborhood at 15 mph in a 30mph speed zone, and everyone yells at us. Doesn't matter what gear we're in.
Car 2)
EK coupe with a 13.2:1 LS Vtec w/ Buddy Club Spec4 cams. He used to limp it through the neighborhood in 4th gear to keep it quiet, which, it really is. It's got a nice Apexi WorldSport exhaust on there, REALLY quiet until you romp on it. Got yelled at a few times. Now he takes a sick pleasure in going through the neighborhood in 1st gear. At 30mph. In full vtec crossover. We live next to a cop, who thinks it's hilarious.
Yep. Sadly I get it too. Its usually one of two situations:
The aforementioned AARP f'er who sees a red sports car with some exhaust note and suddenly wakes up from their mindless stupor as they are walking down the block.
Some idiotic, overprotective, SUV / minivan driving suburban, parent sees a red sports car with some exhaust note and equates exhaust noise with speed. If you are so protective, why exactly are you playing in the street or your front yard???? Morons.
I see more of those same idiots speeding down the street over the limit in their quiet hulks of steel.
This has happened in just about every 'nice' looking car I've ever owned over the last 20 years. The boring cars in black, white or silver never gets a second look regardless of how dumb I might or might not be driving.
My brother-in-law used to race down a short street, connected to my father's street, when he was coming over to see my sister, on his performance Yamaha.
Some neighbor ran 8 houses down to scream in his face and yell at him for speeding and my B-I-L claimed it was his performance exhaust.
I witnessed the whole thing and thought it was kinda funny.
That was back in 1979-1980-ish and now we are all pushing 50 years old and becoming the crabby guys yelling in our neighborhoods.
Back in high school I used to get yelled at in my parents neighborhood constantly for going 20mph in a 25. There were a few 4-wheel lockups to a stop and big reverse burnouts in the miata to talk to people. After I put the loud exhaust on I would drive through the 'hood at 10/10ths in the middle of the night just to wake everybody up . I was such a jerk.
3am chirp chirp(crickets) screeeeeeeeeeeeeBBUUUHHHHHWAAAGGHHHHHHHGAGAGAGAGA (turning into the neighborhood at 50mph totally crossed up and smoking the crap out of the tires in second, hammering the rev limiter) "Fast enough for you berkeleyers yet?" shakes fist out window
I always used to figure that if I was gonna get a late night visit from the cops it might as well be for something good... I'm lucky I never killed anyone. Now I get pissed about the kids that drive like maniacs in my neighborhood. Although I'd never say anything about it for fear my head would explode in a giant plume of hypocrisy.
Nashco wrote: Call me an a-hole, but it seems to me it's a parent's responsibility to teach their kids to stay out of the street (and enforce it).
kids sometimes don't get that there are consequences to their actions. You can tell them until you are blue in the face that if the ball rolls into the street that they have to stop and look both ways before getting it, but they will still run strait into the street because they want their ball. Some are age 9 or 10 before they start to get it (some are 40 before they get it). You cannot hover over kids 24 hrs/day.
If you hit a kid there is little you can do to explain yourself or come up with excuses. Its going to be your fault adn you will have to live with that the rest of your life.
About 9-10 years ago an a-hole neighbor almost hit a kid in our subdivision. When he was confronted by the parents (and other onlooking parents) he went into a tirade about how he has excellent driving skills and could easily outmaneuver any kids that jumped in front of his moving car. He then screamed to the parents about HIS rights to drive how he wanted. IMO, his response was an example of bad parenting.
I am not the slowest driver by any stretch, but in neighborhoods I really try to keep well below the speed limit and I typically try to cover the brake.
Old fart. Randy
I agree with you randy.
They teach you that in driver's ed.. about kids and them darting out from behind parked cars. I had not (legally) driven more than an hour on my learners permit and I had it happen to me.
Thankfully I was going slow (had mom in the car) and was able to bring the car to a quick and drama free stop before I ruined my driving career before it even really began
The thing I've never understood is how a stream of screamed profanities is somehow better than a revving engine.
Around here, it's not the cars, it the dogs. I have a beagle, so it's usually my dog, but I'm still not sure how someone screaming berkeley E36 M3 shiny happy person so the whole neighborhood is less offensive than the barking dog. Or revving engine.
When I'm driving too fast, people don't get a chance to tell me I'm driving too fast. 
I did, strangely enough, have someone tell me to get off the phone.
Story: In EXTREME gridlock traffic, cars are only rolling forward once every 30 seconds or so. A guy ahead has pulled a common dick move: He's trying to push his way out of a side road directly into the inner lane, thereby blocking all traffic in the outer lane. To end this madness I stop to let the dickhead into the inner lane. He needs the car ahead of me to roll forward a few more inches to squeeze in. I've been browsing the web on my phone the whole time. The guy who was held up by this car then looks right into my cabin and yells "GET OFF DE DYAMN PHONE!!!!"
Uh, this is my fault how again? 
I'm not holding up traffic or driving badly. I'm trying to let you move, berkeleyface McYellsAlot. Maybe I should have left you to sit there and stare at the side of the other jackass' car for the rest of the day. What really offended me is that was the first time I'd ever heard of anyone telling anyone else to not use their cell phone while driving.
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