Originally Posted By: G-MAN
Originally Posted By: Pop_Rivit
If I remember correctly you live in a town house without access to a real garage. I'm surprised they actually let you lift the hood in one of those little regulation driven communities.
I'm on the board.
Actually, we only crackdown on people who try to do extended work on their vehicles. I can only remember that happening one time in the last ten years. A guy had an old Camaro that he put up on jackstands in his drive and was going to drop the transmission. The board had to tell him no. But for quick things like an oil change, we don't care.
Friend of mine in Windsor (where The Queen lives, so I suppose you have to expect this kind of thing) isn't "allowed" by the Residents Committee to park his BMW GS motorcycle in a car space, though they don't have a car.
No washing or plastic toys or Christmas trees or trainsets (or barbecues)..(etc I can't remember the list) on balconies.
No car or motorcycle maintenance activities of any kind, though there was a lockup garage round the back for each flat (a problem when I visited them, as you might expect, since my cars often need a bit of fiddling).
No pets of any kind (Its probably now safe to reveal that they had a hidden hamster, but they had to double-wrap its waste bedding before chucking it out, just in case)
While I was staying there I needed a haircut, and, since thats a messy process for someone else's bathroom, I took a mirror and some scissors out to the garden. Sho nuff, 10 minutes of snipping later some retired-colonel-type-[censored] hoves into view and gives me the barked "Who are you and what the Devil do you think you're doing?" routine. Turned out he was the Rezidentz Kommitte Gaulieter.
I figured I couldn't really tell him to go **** himself without possibly causing trouble to mine hosts, so I gave "icy politeness" my best shot and answered his intrusive and assinine questions, while declining to say who I was staying with.
I then asked him why my haircutting was of concern. He said some elderly female residents had been frightened by a "suspected intruder" in the past.
Presumably the Demon Barber of Fleet Street.
I can only imagine how much an oil change would have terrified them.