Vroom Men Hood

Some dude from vinyl city revs engine of his dirt bike to the max blasting the air testosterone roars throughout his every bone and fiber broadcasting deafening nauseating mating clear *****sapien primal (atavistic urge) culled dear ring lee from bajillion years old genealogy, sans chromosomal blueprint in heir writ tens of thou sands sieve generations ah...momentarily, there pervades a stillness, which golden imponderable silence savored heavenly, gloriously, and fully with delight, unsure when the next fume ming fuel blast will excite the truant high school kid delinquent stinting precious education, viz flight o' fancy to race beginning at dawns early light ear splitting unmuffled noise pollution, where exhaust smoke billows akin to tethered kite blending with rarified atmosphere height, as wisps snake skyward eventually getting dispersed amidst bright amidst soundcloud clear out of sight, which brief interlude of quietude near painful silence to bear ah...thank dog the wind in the willows soon replete with blare ring blitzkrieg bomb bard ding doth declare ring foolish time wasting youth desultory cavalierly, blithely and aimlessly gear rill less lee spinning away life with nary a blues clues care!