Years ago I had gone home to Kansas since I had inherited my grandpa's house. It was no more than 200 yds from the highschool in a little midwest town of maybe 8,000. Still had the bricks for pavers. I had a corner lot so the kids would get out of school, speed down in front of my house, hit the skids and zoom around the corner. They thought it was great fun, and it didn't bother me much until my grandkids came to visit.
Well the first thing I did was try and stop them by telling them there were little kids out playing, especially in the afternoon when the highschoolers got out. The next thing I did was get a beer, relax by the side of the street in my front yard with a 2 lb double jack waiting for them to come by. Unfortunately the local cops heard about it before I could throw the thing through one of thier windshields. The cop told me he would talk to the little peckerhead that I was going to slow down one way or another.
Well that didn't seem to work either. So to make a long story short, I took my grandaughter with me just as school was letting out and confronted said peckerhead.
I introduced my grandaughter, then about 5 years old. I then told him I just wanted him to meet the little girl he was going to run over if he didn't slow down, 'cause later he wouldn't have the chance.
The kid never sped by my house again.