WESTCHESTER COUNTY, New York-

Yes, I admit it, I’m one of those semi-rare, adult males who is not the slightest bit impressed by loud motorcycles and fast cars or fast motorcycles and loud cars. Loud vehicles of any kind are my pet-peeve and I really wish there were stronger laws prohibiting the noise they are allowed produce. I can’t count the number of times I have seen friends gawk at a souped up motorcycle or car, leaving me less than impressed.

So here’s a story about street racing, something that I really don’t care for. I was never that guy who raced anyone nor did doughnuts in the parking lot. Those things have never appealed to me in any way, shape or form. Too many people get hurt or killed from stupid drivers doing stupid things. So as one could imagine, I find this story somewhat disturbing (and luckily no one got hurt).

In New York two men in their 20′s were participating in that frequent right of passage (of sorts) that so many young men have taken part in since cars became fast. The practice of seeing whose car is faster, which inevitably makes the winner truly believe that his vital piece of male anatomy is bigger than the guy’s he just took down. I always figured the ones racing were trying to make up for that lack of anatomy…..I know, I know, it’s about the rush they get, I’ve heard it all. So as these two showboats raced down Bronx River Parkway, weaving in and out of traffic at speeds of up to 80 miles-per-hour, the Westchester County police pulled them both over.

This is where it gets fun. Both men had their wives in the cars with them. As we already determined, you would never find me street racing, but if you did, my wife would absolutely kill me. But not only were both wives present, but each man had their two children in the car too, all four children were under the age of seven. Great, two more father of the year candidates to add to our already growing collection of dead beat dads.

Is it just me, or as a whole is the quality of parenting in America at an all time low? I say that with all due respect to the millions of American parents out there who are doing a fantastic job raising their children. But for every ten sets of great parents, there seems to be one or two sets who have no business raising children.

The moral of the story: If you feel the need to race your car to prove how big your manhood is, do it when you are alone and on a deserted road so the only person you have the opportunity to kill is yourself.

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