[higgmeister]

I would like to submit to the conversation that there is such a thing as a suburban driveway and there is a rural country so called driveway.

When I was soon to start first grade, my family moved to a farm that had a driveway that was identified on the county land plats as an old carriage lane right-of-way that had never been paved or maintained for one hundred and fifty years.   From the road it was several hundred yards down the lane, over a hill and then there was a turn off to get to our house.   Strangers who arrived there were never on the up and up.

[Openurmind]

“a suburban driveway and there is a rural country so called driveway.”

Absolutely. And if a rural driveway is posted “Private Drive” and/or “No Trespassing” you better not go down there unless you absolutely have permission and business there.

[Tired of Taxes]

"there is such a thing as a suburban driveway and there is a rural country so called driveway."

I would add a 3rd category: driveways that lead to homes in the woods. Some neighborhoods look like forests with mailboxes. You can only see each house if you pull up to its driveway. Who wants to risk driving up that long driveway to a house, only to find out you're at the wrong address? I once drove my kids up and down a road for 20 minutes because I wasn't sure which house was their friend's house. Every home on that road was set back in the woods with no address numbers out front. When their friends saw us and stopped our car, I explained in these exact words: "I'm sorry, but I didn't want to pull into the wrong drive and get us all shot." They understood.

I was half-joking. But, sad stories like this one remind us that getting shot while pulling into the wrong driveway is a very real possibility.

[RedMonqey]

“From the road it was several hundred yards down the lane, over a hill and then there was a turn off to get to our house”

Sounds like our cousin’s house. Their driveway was on the old roadbed that the county pretty much abandoned (although they would run a road grader over it to spread out the rocks)
Anyone who parked there for “privacy” didn’t realize there were occupants in the three nearby farmhouses keeping an eye on them.
Occasionally these lovers would have a volley of rocks hit their cars and the giggling laughter of preteen agers hiding behind the wild rose bushes.

Our granny once caught a state trooper with his girlfriend “flagrante delicto” and she got his name, badge number and later on his job taken away.