As a follow up to this, over the course of the week as I was working outside, I noticed it was the same four chavmobiles (a Focus, Skyline, Fiesta and a Fiat 500 Abarth) that were making the majority of the noise.
The worst one by a long stretch was the Fiesta, a MK6 with blacked out windows, 'sick' lows, stickers, and a hugely loud popping and banging exhaust. The Abarth was the only other one that popped but it was nowhere near as bad as the Fiesta. The lad with the Fiesta seems to stop outside our house to drop off a girl who lives probably 3-4 houses along. Why he doesn't drop her off outside her own house is beyond me, maybe her dad has had a go at him about his car. I watched him as he then took off, flooring it through the gears then deliberately lifting off to make it bang, bang, bang, just as he went past her.
Anyway he turns around in the cul-de-sac and came back up the road towards ours. By this point I'm standing at the end of the drive giving him a filthy look and shaking my head. He got stuck in traffic right opposite the driveway. He clocked me shaking my head at him and shouted (over the noise of his car) "Why are you shaking your head?" so I shouted back "It's your flaming exhaust mate, it's far too loud, what a racket!"
He just laughed and floored it away, popping and banging.
I wouldn't have normally said anything but I think this lad is taking the piss, the exhaust is so ridiculously loud, the bangs are like fireworks going off plus he's always trying to make it bang with his driving style. He didn't look like the typical chavvy thug, just a daft kid but I had to say something, since he wouldn't let it go.
I did laugh to myself afterwards thinking what Victor Meldrew would have said in that situation. I'm only 29 but I despair of the yoof of today, I really do!