I was in bed, and sleeping, by shortly after 11:30 last night, with the intention of sleeping until I woke up.
No alarms were set in this scenario.
And as it was the night before the night before the night before Christmas, not a creature was stirring, and all was calm and bright.
When, to my disgust and irritation, my sleep was penetrated by the close-by rumblings of what sounded like a racing motorcycle at full throttle.
The clock proclaimed it to be 4:33 am.
I listened for awhile, then, as sleep was completely impossible with that NOISE, I got up to see what was going on and who was revving up and for what, at that time of the morning.
It wasn't the neighbors, as evidenced by a peek out the bedroom window to the West.
A glance out the living room window proved it wasn't across the street at the East End Rink.
On to the kitchen then, to gaze in amazement out the East facing window.
There they were.
Some- I'll say it again, IDIOTS had driven down the alley, past our house, toward the main street.
Instead of carrying straight on like NORMAL people, they decided to take a curving turn to the right, onto the road.
The only problem with that, is that the alley doesn't curve right.
So, instead of nicely landing on 4th street, the driver was completely stuck on top of a 2 1/2 foot bank of snow.
I'm sure the snow lying beside the road that they muscled through is at least a foot and a half deep, and the plow has been through a couple of times to pile up all the snow from the street to make a lovely high, crusty bank.
So, there they sat, high ended, unmoving, revving up and trying to get a rocking motion going...
As I watched, a Police car pulled up behind them with lights flashing.
It didn't take long for a tow- truck to get there and winch them off the hill.
And it's not like you can't see the road! The streetlights were fully functional. The alley and the road were fully lit.
I went back to bed and lay there trying to get back to sleep for another hour.
I was just crawling toward unconsciousness near 6:00 when that roaring engine gunned past again, on some sort of victory lap or something.
The Friesencam caught the idiot action.