THE CONVERSATION-canceling cacophony came welling up from Beacon Street, a rolling, rumbling thunder that soon grew to sound like the father of all freight trains barrelling by.
The source of the racket? Scores of motorcycles, coming two abreast, carrying riders bound for the State House to lobby for repeal of the state's helmet law.
As someone who used to have a motorcycle, I'm convinced it's possible to enjoy riding without subjecting bystanders to an acoustic assault. So when I saw the bikers making the State House rounds, I approached a group of them to have an, um, frank and honest talk about noise.