Back in the 70's a fella bought bunch of land out in the boonies and built a nice race track. Then some developer folks bought some of this cheap land and started building houses. Folks who bought the houses next to a race track started complaining, put mufflers on them loud things, too much noise coming and going after races, dust, and entirely too many people drinking beer watchin racin and having a good time. It's gotta stop.
They pitched in for an attorney and after a few years the track owner went broke. I was by there a few years back, all they have is 40 year old homes with an abandoned race track for a yard ornament.
All I know is if I did not want to live next to a race track I wouldn't buy there.
And I lived in the big city for the last 20 years of my career. Hated it, loud cars, neighbors loudly crowing about something, one guy had 4 large dogs penned up, the barnyard smelt better. Cats, cats and more cats, come do their business in my wife's flower gardens and dig stuff up.
The home next to us was foreclosed, 7 years old, a woman bought it to flip it, the bubble had burst and she was stuck with renting it. She could find the deadbeats. The next to last one had 4 or more cats. She let them run loose, city code said no pets are to run loose. Folks called on her garden ruining cats, the dog pound guy showed up, he was 5'5" by 5'5". He tried to bend over to pick something up and couldn't bend over. He feigned stupidity on how to catch a cat. Maybe he was not faking it. My wife said we're going to the farm store. Bought a large havahart, she asked what to bait it with, I said a 50 cent can of cat food partially opened. He was in the cage in the AM. She called he who can't bend over to come get it. He couldn't bend over to pick up the cage. Wife picked it up and offloaded public cat enemy #1 in the pound truck cage. She said he was beaming, like perhaps when he actually showed up with an outlaw cat his boss might be impressed.
My wife said the lady came running out yelling is that my cat. She looked in the cage and said give him to me, the dog/cat deputy said nope you have to pay the fine and then pick him up, he doesn't have a rabies tag, we do that and charge you too. She never said a thing to my wife.
She picked the cat up and kept them inside.
Shame we legally couldn't trap her and hand her over to the cat sheriff.