There’s a house near us, not technically in our neighborhood but you have to drive by it to get to our house. In front of it is a mold-covered 1970s camper, a 30-foot 1970s U-Haul truck, a moldy boat, also about 30 feet. A normal car, and part of a catamaran. The owner is rarely there.
It doesn’t stress me out personally, but Mrs R finds it quite appalling. I had to laugh when driving the kids to school the other morning and my son pointed out the latest addition: A blue 2-seater airplane.