My neighbor used a leaf blower to dry his car after washing it at 7am on a Saturday. I don't know that I will ever be able to like that man after this.
Neighbor cuts their postage stamp lawn with a loud lawn mower for 30 minutes. When they finish the next neighbor thinks to themself, 'I should cut my lawn', and starts a loud mower. When they finish the next neighbor starts. ALL Saturday. One after the other! Can't you all just do it at the same time! Why can't you use a push mower on a lawn that is smaller than a car parking spot! Why does it take you 30minutes, of using loud power tools, to cut a lawn the size of a car parking spot!!!
My neighbors consistently party until about five in the morning with outdoor speakers on the weekends. I'm generally up for the day before they're done with last night, and I get to enjoy free concerts from their sound system.
You're God damned right I've zero qualms about firing up the lawn mower as soon as the sun breaks the eastern horizon.
Look, if you live somewhere that the sun makes you regret existence (read: everywhere in 10 years), yard work is getting done in the morning, car work is getting done in the evening.
The people across the street were grinding tree stumps at 8am Sunday last week. I yelled out the window but it didn't work. They were done and gone by 10, which is when they should have started.
Mindful and considerate, yes. But that doesn't mean I put my entire day on hold for people that don't get up until 10 or 11.
8am is pretty reasonable start to the day for me.
But I also believe that people bitching and saying no loud noises before 10am are being just as selfish as the people who get up and do yardwork at 6am. If someone has a problem or some extraordinary reasons for wanting it to stay quiet later, they can talk to each other and try to find a compromise.
And out of 7 days, if you are only being inconvenienced for a couple hours maybe that's something you should be more tolerant of.
Back in CA, there was a total , appearance and all, that'd roll down the street in a golf cart with a massive sound system filling the entire rear behind his seat, and he'd blast out absolute trash dadrock with huge floor-shaking subwoofers, and do it all with this empty gammon grin behind his wrap-around polarized sunglasses, going back and forth at least twice a week around the same time.
I have a rule that if my noise is a problem for someone they will surely come, knock on the door, let me know and I will stop it immediately.
It hasn’t happened yet so I assume no one is inconvenienced.
Actually I extend this to all areas of life. I believe that if something I do is a problem for someone, they will tell me. It’s much more sane than second guessing if my guitar session gets through the walls or not and checking the thickness in the architecture plan and calculating decibels.