Yep, the Flowmasters on the Duster are like the rooster crowing on steroids three times a week at 615 am when I drive the car to work.
I cant even turn on the damn electric mower without the elderly (atleast over 60) coming outside his house and putting his hands on his hips. I just look at him and smile, thinking, "I dare you to come over here and harass me" My father will be working on his Charger (1966) and he will walk outside and do the same thing when he hears a box end wrench fall on the ground. My dad will actually shake his head in return at him. Cops have been over before and told me to go to the park, if I want to run the cars. No body else complains, but the man across the street. I am not obnoxious. I simply told the officers that that is unfair and I am not dragging my tools down the street, plain and simple.
If there is a furthur problem, I will see them in court.