I don't get it

I don't like to judge other people.  We all have our issues or "things" and so I try very hard to take everyone else's goings on into consideration.  That being said, the neighbor across the street perplexes me and perhaps may make me, from time to time, want to "exchange words".  But I won't.  I will use his actions as a lesson in patience.  However, I have to vent somewhere so here you go Mister, you made my blog!  Admittedly, I do call him names in the privacy of my own home, away from the baby, with my husband in a jovial fashion.  And you know, I looove a good character and this guy is definitely a doozie.   How bout a little background tho first.

The house across the way is a rental.  It seems to transform the best of people into the angry, not so smart, or crazy.  Since living in our home we have seen the house go through 3 or 4 turn-overs and also had it vacant for long periods of time (ahhhhhh, those are the days).  The final days of the last tenants were visited by the police and the paramedics!  The nice lady across the street told me there are restraining orders and drugs and blahblahblah...  They also started a fist fight with the other crazy neighbors who I am glad left.  I'm making it sound like I live in a horrible neighborhood but it's actually quite lovely... a great neighborhood, I love it here.  But there are speckled gems around that make our hood sparkle from time to time.  The tenants before them were a family.  We would often come home from work to a show of some sort.  Two events that stand out both involve the little son, probably 6 or 7.  One time he stood from the car throwing heavy objects (don't know how he got them on top of the van) onto his siblings from standing on top of their mini-van.  It looked unpleasant.  Another time, my particular favorite, this same boy locked himself in the family car with the motor running refusing to open any of the doors.  His father threatened him with physical punishment, his brother offered to let him play with his light saber if he opened the car, the sister taunted him with "Ooooo, yer gonnna geeet iiiiit"s and his mother stood far away with another child in arm shaking her head.  Yikes.  Again, not judging.

So, back to my new special neighbor.  I don't get it.  For the last five or six days in a row, at least once a day, he will ride up and down the block on a really loud motorcycle.  But he only goes to the end of the street in either direction...that's not far, at all.  Why doesn't he go around the neighborhood??  I thought it was because he doesn't wear a helmet and doesn't want to get a ticket.  But, his wife's brother IS the police so I really doubt he's worried about a ticket.  AND he HAS a helmet, he just often doesn't wear it.  But yesterday he wore his helmet and did the same thing!  I wouldn't care at all but he does this for 20-45 minutes at a time...and it's loud!  Back and forth, back and forth...so loud.  It's always when the baby is napping too!  I tried to do yoga the other day and found it hard not because of lack of focus but because I couldn't hear the DVD!  I've thought about all the things I want to say but you know, it's a free country.  I also gotta give him props for having the guts to do it.  It seems super lame to me.  So kudos to this guy for not being embarrassed to compete with the kid down the street who's mother only allows him to do the same thing but on his bike.   What up??  I just don't get it.