Saturday Night Hell

We live about  as far out in the country as you can get, twelve miles to the nearest grocery store......most nights the only thing you can hear is an occasional car, the owl that lives near the barn,
a dog barking.  A few years ago on a Saturday night we begin to hear the most dreadful noise......roaring engines, whine of motors and it went on for hours.  It seems that someone opened
a race track of sorts across the river from us.......a dirt track I believe is what some call it......I don't really know.  I just know that since that dreadful horrible night, when the weather is warm and we should all be sitting on porches listening to the crickets and owls......we hear nothing but the constant roar of car engines for 3 or 4 hours.  It is like being in hell, at your home.

Because we live in a poor rural area, and the zoning is iffy ( meaning dollars sliding through hands)
our paradise becomes hell during the warm months on Saturday nights.  I know there are millions of race fans.......I wish the track was next door to each of you so you could enjoy the roar and incessant whine.  At one point a couple of years ago, some spectators were killed there, and for awhile we had our peaceful Saturday nights back.  This year I suppose someone either came up with insurance money or maybe they just decided to run again until someone else dies.

So it goes tonight, round and round and round.......louder and louder and louder......I wish I knew where the drivers and owners lived.......I'd get my friends who do sound for stadium concerts to go set up on the streets in front of their houses at 4:00am in the morning and play Madame Butterfly at the same decibel level that they play AC/DC for 80,000 fans for four hours.  Right now, all we can do is pray for a monsoon every Saturday night, rain dances welcome!