My old neighbor used to rev his motorcycle engine at 6 AM sharp every weekend. It literally rattled the pictures right off my wall one time. I started leaving polite notes on his handlebars, but he never got the message. Eventually I just learned to sleep through the racket.
Seriously, that's so annoying. It points to a bigger pattern I've seen where folks just adapt to thoughtless actions because complaining feels useless. We end up training ourselves to tolerate noise and mess instead of pushing back. This shows up with loud music, blocking driveways, all sorts of daily irritations. Over time, the person causing the trouble wins by default since everyone else changes their habits. It's a slow shift where shared respect breaks down because no one wants to confront the issue head on.