I'm at the end of a dead end street. Lots are all 3-6 acres in size, so there's no sidewalks and lots of space. Next to me and at the end of the street is a cow pasture and a bean field. Directly across the street is an undeveloped lot full of weeds.

Nobody else on the street had a problem with my antics, and even come down to check out the cars when I have car-buddies over. It's just the "angry old man" (who's only in his early 50s) that pretty much doesn't get along with anybody else on the road. He hates kids, dogs, motorcycles and cars. He even gets mad at the snow plow guy for how he clears off the circle at the end of the street.