We watched one afternoon while a car drove past neighbor A's house, slowed down, having realized they'd gone too far, and backed into neighbor B's drive. Then, to impress their friends, spun their tires pulling out of B's drive, propelling gravel onto the car in the driveway. (The Bs weren't home) DH walked down, made note of the licence plate, and informed the As and their guests that if the Bs complained of damage to their car, he'd have no choice but to tell them what happened. It wasn't as if the car was an old wreck, it was only a year or so old. The As were good neighbors, in short order they outgrew these kinds of friends.