Hoons.

A purely Antipodean word which I am doing my darnedest to get into the English language.

We call them boy racers, but why use that stale old term when you have the brutal beauty of “Hoon” to fall back on?

Geelong Advertiser: Mum calls for action as hoon crashes car through her fence

There is a fine “think of the kiddiewinks” angle insofar the reader is called upon to imagine said hoons killing a kiddiewink (prime example photographed above) completely to death.

Something for you to stop and think about, hoons.

Heidelberg Leader: Bloke takes the fight to the hoons through the medium of Facebook

“Call 000 immediately if it’s happening”

OK. OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! They hate that sound.

Essex Echo: Police on Canvey Island use The Law to get rid of Essex hoons

They’ll just hoon elsewhere, Essex Police. Somewhere with kiddiewinks, or old people wearing Reactolite glasses, with reactions too slow to get out of the way as the Hoonmobile bears down on them.

Hoons, everybody.