I'm in a sharing mood so might as well share my parking dispute and resolution of a number of years ago.
Back in 2009 I moved in with my partner to a 2 up 2 down terrace house on a narrow street (ex pit houses). At the time I had several vehicles which I used to keep at my previous house but as I'm a relatively rational and sane person I arranged alternative storage for these vehicles and we only ever had our 2 daily drives on the street (or on the main road should the street have been full as it often was).
After a few months it appeared that a chap over the road had started dabbling in buying garbage cars doing them up a bit then flogging them on. He wasn't working on them on the street but was storing them there. Including a White Porsche 924 with what sounded like bottom end failure, this vehicle took up residence right outside our front window and remained there, it was always taxed, MOT'd and insured so no reason for the authorities to get involved. It was annoying but hey it wasn't "my" parking space. Things then got much worse they ended up with a veritable fleet of I can only assume the garbage he couldn't sell on! His fat goon son had a multi colour MK1 Focus crudbox, his hippocrocopig missus an MX-5 (with gaffer tape on the fabric hood) and a SsangYong Musso then he had a Jag XJ, a Kia Pride and the aforementioned 924 which was still positioned bang outside our window then whatever other garbage he bought to bodge and punt on. It seemed they thought that they owned the street and they used to shuffle and space the fleet out when going out so that they had space reserved for their return.
It would seem that he was quite a meek chap but his wife and son were massive *********, as when I politely asked him if he'd mind moving the 924 when he could as it was a bit of an eyesore. He sort of nodded and went on his way to which I thought well he's dismissed me and that's not likely to ever shift.
How wrong was I!? 10 minutes later hippocrocopig and fat goon son show up at front door and she starts screaming, shouting, ranting and raving at me that I don't own the street and that the Porsche was a classic car, that it was valuable and that if anything happened to it I would be held responsible and they would not be moving it.
I meekly mentioned that it would be nice if they could perhaps look into storing some of their cars elsewhere as parking was at a bit of a premium on the street to which I was met with yet another tirade of abuse and spittle along with threats of violence from the oversized orc of a son before they stormed off triumphantly and I retreated back into the house with my tail between my legs.
After this it seemed that every time we left the house we were being watched, hippocrocopig used to sit in the window overseeing her fantastic terraced house kingdom sneering at the poor bespectacled man she had viciously verbally beaten to a pulp.
I got on with my life for a few months trying to put it out of my mind, however the little passive aggressive chimp in the back of my mind couldn't give it up and thus my "revenge".
My old man had a haulage yard at the time (where I used to store all my vehicles) and he had a rather rusty high-cube transit which was used so rarely that it was only taxed when required. It had about 8 months MOT on it (from Stevie Wonder I assume) and my god it was an unsightly beast and ultimately went to scrap when it's ticket expired.
My missus and I had bought some new rather swish Ikea furniture and rather than hiring a van to collect it and take the old crap to tip (you could take commercial vehicles into the local recycling centre back then if you called first) I decided I'd tax the van and cash it in when i was finished.
New Swedish furniture puzzles delivered and old furniture tipped I returned home with the 2.5di rattly monster to start assembly and await my beloved OH to come home so we could go get rid of the monstrosity back to the yard, out of sheer luck it appeared the hippo, meek husband and goon son were all out in a vehicle each leaving a convenient space right outside their front window. My rational head said no but the passive aggressive monkey took over and said high-cube transit was positioned smack outside their window, and it was glorious! It not only eliminated any natural light reaching their front room, it totally blocked their view of the street in both directions and took up 2 of their precious parking spaces and it was all done under the cover of darkness, it was the perfect crime!
I danced around the lounge in celebration. And gleefully observed the flailing arms, looking through windows and general dismay when they all eventually arrived home. I also denied I knew anything about the van when hippocroc came knocking at my door (I was slightly worried she might have spotted the Ford key on the sideboard in the lounge as we had a VW and an Audi at the time). I cleared it with my Dad and that was it decision made, the van was staying there even if it meant less parking on the street I would happily park my car on the main road. The van was mysteriously damaged several times at night (mirror knocked off, keyed etc) but it didn't matter to me or my dad, it wasn't going through another test and wasn't being missed.
It also would appear that some horrid individual had sussed their households personal details and was requesting various cosmetic surgery brochures, male incontinence samples, erectile dysfunction information, fixed fee divorce information packs for them (I only knew this due to the post mans uncanny ability to miss-deliver *wink wink
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After a few months my OH and I decided we would like to start a family and before we did move to a more suitable location to raise a family. We part exchanged the house against a brand new property which was convenient as that horrid transit surely would have made a sale difficult. New property has a decent driveway and garage where we lived happily ever after (so far).
The transit did it's job moving us into the new house (had to bump start it though after being stood for just over 4 months) funnily enough hippocrocopig never came to give me what for when she saw me loading stuff into the van.
Think what you may of me but if I ever read a parking dispute I think about the petty actions of my former neighbour and myself during our dispute and smile, I've grown up a bit though since then and probably wouldn't do it again.
TLDR: douche-bag neighbours provoked me into being a massive douche-bag and I moved house to get away from it!