Our family once owned a house that sat one well-launched football away from an Arkansas state highway.
As the area developed from cow pasture to cookie-cutter subdivision, our town did the usual dance and jig – signs posted restricting Jake brakes within city limits, followed by the attorney-prompted sign editing to “engine exhaust brakes banned.”
But we’d hear many an engine brake (nice try, lawyers) rumble through the night as trucks entered the area and were met by hundreds of passenger cars clogging the two-lane highway.
Neighbors complained to the city, but police were as busy with local accidents and evolving gang threats at the high school as they were with noise complaints.
But with each new subdivision came increased wrecks, slower traffic and more engine braking. The highway’s eventual expansion helped traffic – though I hear complaints still pour in.
Most professional truck drivers have likely seen some form of NIMBY – which stands for not in my backyard. One Illinois town with a history of high interactions between police and drivers is taking NIMBY to another level.