That’s what we hear from high up. A purple Harley parked yesterday and I said “Nice ride.” Then I told him what we hear and he apologized for the noise.
No need, I said, that purr has gotten some to adopt feral kittens with a loud purr and name them… Harley.
The Harleys are cool, not so much at 2:00 a.m. but much better than sirens and the inevitable mad honking horns. Dee
Cooking with Dee 