I moved in to a neighborhood like that. They eventually got used to me, or got tired of trying to persuade me to do things their way. I even had my next door neighbor, while I was out of town, pull an equipment trailer, loaded with an old Vega, back onto his farm. He didn't like the view from his bedroom window to where it sat behind my garage. It was then destroyed by some teenagers from the adjacent neighborhood. The only reason I didn't get the Sheriff involved was because he was my Aunt's brother-in-law and because he paid for both the car and the trailer.