This evening, we were waiting outside Big Fish Grill (a favorite restaurant) when a motorcyclist pulled out of the parking lot and headed south on Route One past the restaurant.
He, or she, was on a Harley Davidson. It had that distinctive, guttural roar. As it went past a white SUV with New York Plates, the rider shifted gears with an engine rev that set off the SUV's car-alarm.
We all just stood and stared as the motorcycle grumbled down the road and the white SUV whooped and wailed.
We were just about to head in and see if the restaurant staff could make an announcement. That's when the alarm stopped.