I heard the crunch first, rubber against gravel, followed by a screech and a honk. Then I saw the Range Rover barreling down my private driveway like it was the freeway. The driver, some teenager in a varsity jacket, stared at me like I was in the way. He didn’t slow down, just zipped past my garage, skirted around my dog, and exited onto the next street through a makeshift gate I definitely didn’t install.
30 seconds later, another car followed. Then another, and just like that, my peaceful, dead-end driveway on private land I paid dearly for had somehow become the HOA’s new shortcut. That’s when I realized this wasn’t an accident. This was invasion, and they weren’t done. 3 days earlier, things had been quiet.
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