She smiled coldly. "Well, maybe if you were more neighborly, people wouldn't have problems with you."
That was the moment I stopped arguing and started documenting.
I bought two cameras. One faced the driveway. One faced the street. I saved every clip: the Porsche pulling in, the son stepping out, his mother watching from across the road, the son laughing when he saw my notes, and the same car blocking the same garage again and again.
I also called the city and asked what I could legally do. I wanted to do this the right way, clean and documented. The city told me clearly: document it, post a visible warning, and call a licensed tow company if the vehicle remained on private property after proper warnings.
So I made a clear sign and put it where nobody could miss it.
Private driveway. Unauthorized vehicles will be towed at owner's expense.
Then I waited.
The next morning, the Porsche rolled in again. The son stepped out, looked at the sign, and actually laughed. Then he took a picture of it and called somebody.
Five minutes later, his mother marched over. She jabbed her finger at the sign and said, "Take that down."
I said, "No."
"You're trying to embarrass my son?"
"Your son parks here every day."
She leaned closer and lowered her voice. "You don't want problems with us."
That was the first time I realized this was not just entitlement. They were hiding behind confidence because they were used to people backing down.
I walked out with my phone recording and said, "This is your final warning. If that car is parked here again, I'm calling a tow truck."
The son smirked. "Touch my Porsche and see what happens."