Is it even possible to get more ironic than that?
Some a$$hole is flying up and down our little neighborhood street at 40+ mph. Back and forth: roar roar roar.
No. Do not bother to call a cop. That would be a first-class exercise in futility. Just hope the jerk doesn’t hit a kid. Or an unwary neighborhood driver. Or a stray cat. Or a stray dog.
{sigh} Guess that’s just the joy of living anyplace where morons can get access to motor vehicles. But lordie! It’s tedious.