Ha! HOA's! Ha! I like to mess with their minds. My sister and her hubby live in a very exclusive neighborhood. They are not allowed to have flags in the front yard, no mailboxes, no dog over 25 lbs, no cars parked in the driveway overnight, grass to be mowed every other day....blah...blah....blah. Most of the people who live there came from 'new money'-worked for it. My brother-in-law started his own business which did well and bought the house as an investment. They don't plan to retire here-house is too big.
Then a neighbor decided to build a fence around his brand new HOA approved pool so the golfers wouldn't gawk at his daughter skinny dipping in the pool at 12 noon. The brother-in-law didn't like this fence. Said he would lose his view of the golf course (Personally, I think he enjoyed the 12 noon view). He reviewed all the rules and regulations and discovered no fence over 3 feet high was allowed (Is that even a fence?), and went to war. Boy, let me tell you, he, the HOA, and the neighbor really went at it. Lawyers and so forth. They brought everything to the table but the 357 Magnum.
The HOA who for some reason wanted to side with the neighbor-relative or something-and really tried strong armed tactics to get my sister and her hubby to give in to this 6 foot tall privacy fence. They measured his grass every other day, said my sister's maltese was over 25 lbs (weighed 15 lbs), said his driveway was stained. The bro-in-law stuck to his guns. The covenant clearly stated no fence was to be over 3 feet tall.
So, I decided to come visit, and the only vehicle I had at that time was my Jeep. Now, Ruby is a garage kept beauty who rarely sees any form of dirt. Oh how I loved how her large knobby tires hummed on the asphalt during that trip. Of course we ran into a few rainstorms on the way, got 'lost' and discovered some really knarly off-road short cuts. Anybody who has been to North Florida knows what I'm talking about.
And best of all we attended an off-road event outside of Tampa, Fla just before arriving at my sister's place in Clearwater, Fla. So, Ruby, the hubby, and I, prowled among the perfectly manicured lawns to find the right house. We couldn't see too well through the mud encrusted windows-I had a area cleaned on the windshield so I could see where I was going-barely.
We found the house and parked in the glistening white driveway. I hopped to the ground and saw people looking at us through the windows of their houses. I looked at Ruby. She was a glorious sight for all rednecks. A true gem who had been through the rough. Dripping with mud, several palmetto leaves stuck out from her undercarriage like dollar bills from the bikini bottom of a pole dancer. One windshield wiper was a bit askew from the mud. Her headlights were caked with mud, and a leaf clung to each light like some sort of...well...I better not say. Anyway, as I admired her rustic charm, she deposited a clump of mud on the driveway the size of an elephant turd. I was so proud of my gal. She truly made a statement.
And to add to the effect-just for fun- I shouted in my best southern redneck voice, "Hey! You'all! Where do you want me to put the pitbulls!"
The best part of the trip? HOA could not do a thing. I was a visitor and rules stated only visitors could park in the driveway. There was absolutely nothing stating what shape the vehicle had to be in. Only that it had to be in driving condition and to be gone 4 hours a day. I had no problem with that. I just made sure Ruby was in glorious condition from off-roading every time we returned in the afternoon. She had clumps of mud on her that weighed more than the dog.
I promised HOA Ruby and I would return on a regular basis if the privacy fence stayed up. And since rules are rules to an HOA, it would take some time to amend any rule.
The fence came down. I don't know what happen to the 12 noon skinny dipper.
Next time I visit I'm gonna bring a chicken and call it a ground parrot. I'll make sure it's a rooster.
Find the loophole and take advantage. Dig in deep and don't let go.