So when the dude rumbled up the street late this afternoon, I darted downstairs in an attempt to catch him and hope for some degree of decibel mitigation. "Hey, how's it going" I asked, after he parked and began removing his helmet. "I'm a fellow rider," I went on to say, explaining the fact that I tend to work late and get up late-- except for the times he fires up his noisemaker.
The rider, a young moustachio'd fellow who listened carefully to my complaints, gave them a moment's thought while I added, "I know you need to warm your bike up since it has carbs, but maybe you could roll it down the street first?"
After asking if there were specific mornings that I need to sleep in (there aren't), he agreed to try rolling the bike down the street before starting it up. And with that, I added the fact that I was a motorcycle journalist, gave him my business card, and urged him not to be surprised when he finds a picture of his bike on this blog.
Will this end the case of the unruly exhaust pipes? I don't know for sure. But I certainly encourage those who find themselves in a similar situation to tackle it head on, with a friendly demeanor and calm approach. Your neighbor may not be as friendly or receptive as mine, but at least you'll be able to add a human face to the ruckus, and maybe even come away with a solution that works.