This just seems like a bad idea all around:
While I can sympathize with the parents living in that neighborhood (and trust me, my inner teenager is bouncing up and down with glee at the thought of hosing down some 60-in-a-25-speeder’s Mustang with .68-caliber Day-Glo orange paintballs on full auto), shooting any kind of projectile from any sort of gun at a moving vehicle is a felony in many (most? all?) jurisdictions. I wouldn’t be too eager to risk losing essential rights and wearing the Scarlet F for the rest of my life just to teach some punk kid a lesson. Besides, young egos being what they are, chances are that at some point, some wannabe suburban thug would take offense at having his riced-out 1992 Celica remotely repainted, and return the favor by doing a drive-by on the house in question with a real gun.
Sadly, in most cases where the residents complain about speeders, not much happens until some kid’s Radio Flyer ends up as a hood ornament on a rice rocket. Yeah, kids will be kids (and Odin knows I’ve done my share of Stupid Car Tricks when I was newly licensed), and I’d hate to morph into Suburban Attack Dad, yelling at cars that go 2MPH above the limit past my lawn…but I also know how small our front lawn in Tennessee was, and how fast the kid from down the road usually flew by on his way out. All it takes is one moment of parental distraction, and one short preschooler sprint later, you end up with one kid dead, and another in jail.
Anyone have any anecdotes about (or creative ideas for dealing with) people who think the suburban cul-de-sac is their personal NASCAR speedway?