I was one of those kids.
My dad was sometimes that dad. (That one is hard for me to bear.)
I was that kid, too.... had a dirt bike in 8th grade and had neighbors talking to me about riding around the neighborhood. I guess this is my payback.I was that kid. The cops came often.
In truth, if you want it to change, it will take talking to them, and calling cops when it happens. It makes you the mean neighbor in their eyes.. but they are the mean neighbor in your eyes currently.
We have neighbors, and I am still that neighbor, who ride dirt bikes around the hood. However, it's not drag racing up and down in front of the house for long periods. We do a whole neighborhood run, so each neighbor only hears us come and go once. And it's on quiet 4 strokes.