There is an ice cream van which comes up our street every single day, without fail, usually between 17.40-17.50. It's a small, dead-end road and he has to do an 11-point turn to head back down the road, and he does this right in front of our house. I've never seen anyone buy an ice cream from him.
Having this ice cream van literally right in front of our house, in what feels like arm's reach, wrecks our night. He always arrives around dinner time, and it takes at least 10 minutes for my 3yo DS to calm down from his 'I WANT ICE CREAM!!!' tantrum, dinner is forgotten, everyone is pissed off, etc. And this is every day, for years (we had the same problem when our 5yo DD was younger but she knows better now...).
I don't think there's anything that can be done, he probably has every right to be there, but dear god in heaven when I hear that music my cortisol levels go through the roof. Every. Damn. Day.