My first house was purchased in an area that became an HOA a few years later. Basically, we were the only house aside from the farm house next door. Farmer died, kids sold the land all around us to a developer. We had 5 acres that were originally part of the farm, but sold off and built on by the family years prior, then sold to me.
I built a nice shop, 60*80. Everything was paved well, no projects sat outside.
HOA tried to get me to sign an agreement and pay HOA dues. Got a lawyer, told them to pound sand or buy the house.
I had fun messing with the yuppies the next couple years. Don't get me wrong, I kept my place very nice. But, my roommate had a z71 on a HUGE lift. Show truck, lots of chrome, but huge. HOA rule said all pickup trucks had to be in the garage, they were considered eye sores. It didn't fit.
I cut my grass exactly 1/2" taller than required. Hey, I like a soft lawn.
They actually told me I would have to remove the shop, as no non-connected garages were allowed. Nope, sorry, I'm grandfathered out.
My favorite was the fence. I put up a very nice wood fence, like you would see around a horse pasture. 6" back from all lot lines. This way there was no question where their authority ended.
Made them real happy when they figured out I was still zoned AG, and they couldn't do a thing about it.
I made money on that house when I sold it, and it was still grandfathered.