All That Noise, And All That Sound

Vroom, vroom. The sound of the boy-racer. Vroom, vroom, crash. You can, or maybe could, witness the local boy-racer on You Tube. Can't say I bothered to look. And I neither know nor care if the relevant video(s) are still there. Except that their very presence, one-time or current, says a lot about the brain capacity of the local boy-racer. It's low enough as it is, but it takes someone with diminished cranial function to go post something that shows a boy race in action. It's not as if m'learned friend for the defence could deny the existence of the film, though maybe it isn't exactly clear enough to be sure, but I fancy it is.

Boy-racing is kind of habitual here, but there are two types. There is the everyday lunatic boy-racer (and man- and sometimes woman-racer) who treat the roads as their own personal fiefdoms and hang everyone else. Then there is the serious, extreme boy-racer who gets his kicks from illicit road races at night on the main roads and motorways, and then goes and does something really daft and films the event. Bit of an own goal if you ask me, but there's no limit to the vanity of the extreme boy-racer that he can offer the plod a gift horse.

One of those embroiled in youtubegate is, apparently, the son of a wealthy construction businessman. You can kind of guess the circumstances - indulged son, loads of moolah, big engine. There are any number of wealthy and indulged offspring hanging around the island, but not all of them hurtle along the motorways at night. Youthful high spirits maybe, but not if it ends up with someone dead. I knew some boy-racer crazies when I was a lad. I was in the same vehicle on more than one occasion, like the time the car left the road and took a detour across a green and through some trees. At least I lived to tell the tale. Not everyone does in the boy-racer world. Back then, I made a mental note: "don't do this again", and I didn't.

The notoriety of the Mallorcan boy-racer has, it would seem, captured the imagination of British television. That'd be good. Wouldn't have to go hunting on You Tube, just broadcast it on the telly and let plod follow up accordingly. But there's always that vanity and the prospect of the boy-racer's fifteen minutes of fame. Mind you, that fame's not much good if fifteen minutes become six feet.


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