Yeah, there's one who's a regular at the bar extremely close to where we live. He frequently leaves the bar when it closes in the extremely early hours of the morning and I swear he makes his bike as loud as possible on purpose. I get woken up by this asshole like two or three times a month and I hate him with a fiery passion.
There’s usually a pretty obvious difference though. I was never mad at the ‘98 Accord next door that made a super high pitched scream in the morning because one of its belts was dying. I am always mad at the F-150 whose engine shakes the whole apartment building.
i got pulled over at about 9pm on an interstate in south dakota for having too loud of a car because I couldn't yet afford to fix my busted muffler. The ridiculousness of that is lost on many who don't know that an interstate in south dakota is absolutely barren for miles in any direction except for the billboards. The only thing I could have been disturbing was the empty fields of prairie grass or tumbleweeds. I ended up getting a ticket for it too.
In cases like these it's the context that matters: where i live most people are employed in the construction industry, so every day you hear big IVECO trucks at 6am shaking the ground; but no one is mad at them because it's just some poor soul trying to get to work, and trust me, you can't make trucks of that size loaded to the limit with cement pallets quiet.
On the other hand when you get that one idiot with no muffler and 5 speakers in each door, you can't not hate them, since they are doing it SPECIFICALLY to piss off everyone in a 100m radius
Last place I lived there was some asshole in a sports car who would fly down the street and I'm fairly sure hit my roommates cat because the engine revving spooked him.
man, no effing joke. i have a neighbor that somehow personally needs to own 3 cars. one is an oversize pickup and two are late 2000s american muscle cars. like a mustang and a 90s camaro. all of his vehicles seem to be after-market loudened in some outrageous way and, if that's not enough, every day he goes out and fires up one or two of them, sits in the driver's seat, and revs them for like 5 solid minutes. he lives in the house with two other adults, who seem to share a somewhat more reasonable vehicle between them. so between them and other other couple with 3 vehicles, the area is like a congested parking lot to accomodate them.
i could probably get over all the excessive car owning, but the way this asshole revs at least 2 of his cars every day, sometimes at 9pm, sometimes at 6am.... i just imagine taking the 24" heavy duty pry bar and channeling Walter Sobchak all over his entire shit.