Pale Rider
Legendary Member
My group ride at the weekend ended where it began - in the market town of Easingwold in Yorkshire.
As we were putting bikes back into cars, one of our number, @EasyPeez (Andy), asked me if I could hear the siren.
"No," I answered truthfully.
Andy could hear an irritating high pitched whine.
Turns out there's a youth dispersal device bolted to a wall in the centre of Easingwold.
It is the sort of place where yobbos would gather of a night time.
Andy, being a younger man, could hear it.
Me and my 59-year-old chum Steve could not.
I'd heard (ho-ho) of dog whistles, but a youth scarer was news to me.
Anyone any experience of them?
As we were putting bikes back into cars, one of our number, @EasyPeez (Andy), asked me if I could hear the siren.
"No," I answered truthfully.
Andy could hear an irritating high pitched whine.
Turns out there's a youth dispersal device bolted to a wall in the centre of Easingwold.
It is the sort of place where yobbos would gather of a night time.
Andy, being a younger man, could hear it.
Me and my 59-year-old chum Steve could not.
I'd heard (ho-ho) of dog whistles, but a youth scarer was news to me.
Anyone any experience of them?