In our continuing series of curious signs, here are some new entries:
Notice it doesn’t say checked or monitored, but enforced! So if I go 15 miles over the speed limit, you gonna take me out? Beware of drones in the skies over Virginia, a state filled with military. Maybe they understand this sign better than I do.
On a lighter note, somewhere near Richmond somebody blacked out the letters I, R and C, leaving a sign that reads Speed Limit Enforced by A Raft. Good luck with that!
Bill's Honeymooners Gun Shop near Keyser, West Virginia, must be for the truly unimaginative newlyweds. Start off with a bang! Maybe some frisky honeymooners shot off the B and I in Bill's?
Again, a Virginia sign. The kiss-and-ride concept may extend beyond the Metro system serving Washington DC, but I’ve never noticed it anywhere else. A kiss& ride is a drop-off spot for commuters using rail in and out of the city. Nice concept and cute sign. My only question is, if I don’t have anyone to drop me off, do I still get a kiss?
Yeah! You bet I’ll give a moose right of way! Better keep my eyes open for bony kneecaps, because that’s all I’ll see from two feet off the ground in my sub-compact car. How tall are meese? 10 feet! Geez, Louise!
I love this sign. So quaint. Look at what these kids are doing. How many children do you see on trikes or training wheels? Those were the days! Unfortunately, I’ve never seen children playing anywhere near this sign. Do kids even play outdoors anymore?
This charming message stands in front of one of the greatest drive-ins you’ll ever find. Wahoo's took a serious hit in the recent flooding but what’s left of it is on Route 9 in Wilmington, Vermont.
Political nexus in western Virginia.
Long before I moved here, I knew the locals must be quirky, to say the least. It was in their signs, those that either didn't make sense or had to have been designed by someone with a wicked sense of humor. As I find more examples, I’ll share them with you.
These poor little kids. My heart goes out to them and their parents!
In our town, apparently many boys still wear knickers, and girls wear little jumpers, since that’s how they’re pictured in street signs.
Take your pick. All roads lead to Rome!
Are there no English teachers in this town? How can they pass this place and not cringe?
If not the best, the biggest seat in Vermont!
Here’s a sign that’s not found everywhere, except maybe this winter.
Here's a quaint way of saying slow down for pedestrians, you jerk!
Some people (me) use this sign as an excuse, not a warning. It's easier to blame a mid-life spare tire on your hometown’s expectations. Live too close to one of these signs, and you know what happens! (Notice how thickly settled a place must be to merit one of these signs.)