My neighbor runs a small motorcycle repair business out of his front yard - his 4X8 foot front yard. Our formerly quiet little street gets VERY noisy. I don't have an overall issue with it. He's industrious. He's obviously good at what he does and he's paying the bills. I've told him that, as long as he was cool about it, I wouldn't be the one to call the cops (or worse, the landlord.) He was grateful and decent about it and respectfully responds on the rare occasions when it gets to be too much.
For the most part, it works, but he has one idiot buddy who has zero regard for others. Case in point - I'm home, sick. The noise two nights ago was over-the-top. As I let the dog out one last time, I yelled out, "C'mon, guys, it's 10:00." That a-wipe buddy spent the next ten minutes revving his bike back and forth in front of my house as loudly as he could. It was so painful I ended up with a pillow over my head.
I'm not ready to call the cops on this fellow, yet. Mainly because he's been so good about things, but partly because I know that small-town boys' repercussions can be a real nuisance around here - but I'm practicing what I wish I had said now so I can word it more nicely when the actual moment comes starting with:
Hey Ash-hole. I have a REALLY big bag of sugar and I'm not afraid to use it.