I know most of my neighbors. We've been in our neighborhood for about 13 years and there are kids I've watched grow up, adults I've watched grow old (and a couple have died), pets I've helped chase down, and so on. My daughter and the little girl who lives next door have in and out privileges at each others' houses. I'm as likely to see the neighbor kid in my front room when I come out in the morning as I am my own child. Her dog and ours even have play dates.
It's a great neighborhood. It's also only four miles from my favorite ride path. The one big drawback is that it's a 40-minute drive to work in the morning and about fifteen minutes to the nearest Trader Joe's, although the Vons across the street is getting a great collection of organic products.
The only neighbors I don't know by name are the 20-somethings that live across the street, although one of them is frequently out front riding his trick bike. We've nodded once or twice as he acknowledged the old woman loading and unloading her MTB in the Rav. There are four or five young people living there and other than an infrequent loud party, they keep to themselves.
Roxy
Getting in touch with my inner try-athlete.