The teenage boys on our block who are working really really hard at being tough, the ones who hang out in our alley and practice their swearing, they have discovered these little gas-powered remote-controlled toy cars, and they race them up and down the block incessantly for hours at a time. It's very loud and annoying, but I figure as long as it keeps them away from petty vandalism and letting the air out of our tires it's probably a good thing.
Today
lolaraincoat and I were walking out of the house and we saw a bigger car collide with a smaller one and almost drive right over it so that the smaller one's motor shut off. The kid whose car had been run over said, "You son of a bitch, eh?" before going over to restart it.