I had a chance to buy the lot across the street for a song. I wish I had. The new owner all but clear cut the lot and put down a parking lot, a huge metal building, and a house, all with no permits. He drives a Peterbilt and pulls out between 3 and 4 am. He returns home around lunchtime and works on either his semis, his Harley, or his drag car. I didn't know open header rails were still a thing.
Next door neighbor has 2 yippy Pomeranians she lets out on her porch and a son with a sub-woofer the size of a Maytag in his Hyundai. She likes to yell at him when he's doing her yard work.
The neighbors several doors down host parties EVERY weekend, ALL weekend. They have a killer stereo, horse shoe pits, apparent hearing problems because they always yell, and burnout contests.