No HOA in my neighborhood. I can park on my front lawn if I choose. I don’t, but some of my neighbors do. No one cares. It’s great! And it’s a really nice neighborhood where we enjoy freedom from harassment.
We would not last five minutes in an HOA. Example:
When we lived in Vinings (a tony close-in suburb of Atlanta - but NO HOA) our next door neighbor came strolling by the front of our place one day. My dear husband was sitting in front of a turkey fryer in the driveway; said turkey fryer was going full blast with an old bar sink on top . . . hubby was melting down wheel weights to cast lead bullets for Cowboy Action Shooting (wheel weights just happen to have exactly the right softness required to avoid ricochets off close steel targets), wearing a rubber apron and elbow-length gauntlets as he stirred blazing paraffin around in the molten lead and flames shot up 6 feet or so. Meanwhile, I was training my retrievers on "T-Drill" with five traffic cones, each with a home-made flag stuck in the top. Meanwhile, the horse jumps I had painted for my trainer were drying on black plastic in the corner of the front yard.
Neighbor: "What the hell are you all doing in Vinings?"
Hubby (with big grin): "I've asked myself that question!"
We've moved to the country, where nobody cares what anybody else does on their own property, so long as you don't let a trash fire get out of control!!!