Many nights I’ve heard motorcycles racing down nearby State Street at insane speeds. Calls to 911 have produced mixed results, so much so that I stopped bothering to call when the motorcycles start up.

Previously, the racing had been confined to an area a mile away from my home but this week I’d been hearing the cycles racing down Glascock and turning south on to N. State Street. When more than one passed by Tuesday evening, I made two 911 calls to complain about them (the dispatcher on the second call actually asked me “what the crime was”).

Looks like Darwin claimed one of these idiots last night, when
Richard Jerrod McNeil was thrown from his bike after speeding over 100 MPH in a 35 MPH zone on S. State Street. I feel for his family but I have a hard time feeling sympathetic to McNeil. He knew what he was doing was dangerous, not only to himself but to the many neighbors who live along State Street. He was very lucky his recklessness didn’t kill someone else.

I’ve asked police to step up traffic enforcement along State Street because McNeil wasn’t the only one who loves to race in the area. It’s only a matter of time before another poor idiot on a crotch rocket meets his maker (or flattens an innocent kid).