The short version:
The house next door is occupied by a young (maybe 19 year old) kid. No parents in the house. The kid has a steady stream of friends over. Apparently the fashion among this crowd is to remove the mufflers from whatever hand-me-down cars they drive, and the neighbor has followed suit, so we get to hear the unsilenced drone of auto-trans Corollas, Camrys, Outbacks, etc., coming and going well into the night, revving at every opportunity, along with his beater '91 Celica. I've had it with the noise and have made it clear to him that this needs to end. It's tapered off significantly but has not stopped. Note there is no HOA or other organization to consider.
If anybody has any suggestions, either practical or comic in nature, I'd love to hear them.
The long version:
The house in question has an inglorious past. It was a HUD rental for years and, after a short period of ownership by a great young couple, was sold again last spring. When the current owner was viewing the property prior to purchase, he spied my parts car in the backyard and commented to my wife that his son would love living here since he was really into MR2s. Since he bought it, it has been occupied by the kid. The dad apparently lives where he works, which is "on a farm" (i.e. very likely illicit agriculture) about an hour away. The kid, although enthusiastic, is also dumb as a sack of hammers. Last fall I heard the most awful mechanical gnashing noises and went outside to find the kid desperately attempting to stuff his wrecked 200SX into the garage before the anybody saw that he'd very obviously committed a hit-and-run. Bloodied nose, both airbags popped, hood peeled back like a can of Fancy Feast, left front tire missing entirely, and he's breathing like he's just run a marathon and telling me he hit a tree and I can't tell anybody. Uh-huh - stay here a minute, kiddo. Cops came to chat, and it turns out his "tree" was a chain link fence in a parking lot and about half a storage unit on the other side of it that Junior wiped out while competing in the Dairy Queen 500. So off he goes to sign some papers. Next morning I caught his dad at the curb waiting to take the kid somewhere and we had a little visit. Claims the boy had "a medical event". Riiiiiiiiight. Sure thing. Here's my number. Let's keep in touch.
So the kid's dead Nissan now sits next to the driveway, immobile and sinking into the earth. Because he doesn't want to drive his MR2 every day, be bought a '90-ish Celica GT-S. Meanwhile, the snow came, and Junior fired up his MR2 in anticipation of mid-engined thrills. I cautioned him strongly against it. He accepted my advice and took the Celica to Taco Bell. Weeks later, as he's begging for help diagnosing his MR2, he concedes that he later took it out in the snow and slightly wrecked it. Last month, he caught me at the mailbox and told me that somebody had run him off the road (uh-huh, of course, go on) and he'd sunk the MR2 up to the dash in water, and what should he do? I resisted the urge to tell him to get a bus pass...
The above is merely stupidity. It doesn't affect me directly or immediately. But now he has friends coming and going all the time, and their theme seems to be unmuffled crapbox cars with lots of unnecessary revs. One is particularly obnoxious, and we had a text message conversation about him not bringing that car into the neighborhood again. A day or two after that conversation he brought home a pack of friends at about 11:30 PM and I popped outside for an impromptu discussion in which the boy sheepishly admitted that he had taken the muffler off his Celica "because I want to put another muffler on it..." No way, you're smarter than that, I lied, this has to end. FIX IT.
Well, he ain't fixed it. He ain't done a damn thing except hang around all day and night (no job, no school, near as I can tell) and generate nuisance traffic. So, given the facts as I see them:
- The boy is demonstrably dumb
- His friends appear similarly dim of wit
- Daddy is almost certainly a dime-store hustler with little interest in issuing a fatherly mandate to be a good neighbor
- I've already called the cops on the kid once about the hit and run and gotten in his face about the noise issues
What do we do next? What would you do? And who has good prices on expanding foam insulation these days?