Silent Majority wrote: ↑04 Apr 2017, 5:41am
Would trying the same in New England mean you had no time for anything else?
No. New England's flagrantly misspelled street signs are our way of signifying that this is a sundown down for outside visitors.
Examples:
-- "Route 128" is a secret wayfinding language known only to Massholes and Jonathan Richman. You can't find it on a map or a sign. Indeed, one stretch of it referred to by name-and-number daily by every AM radio station's traffic chopper for its infamous backups
no longer actually exists. Outsiders asking at the Lexington rest stop how long it takes to get to Peabody on "The I-95" are promptly 'disappeared'. Paul Simonon may have a puncher's chance of making it to Braintree, but his head is likely to explode when he finds out that there are two separate "Route 3's" that both teleport over a 10-mile gap around the city of Boston and overlap on city streets...
at the same time.
Visual evidence:
This is Route 128 (note the sign says the road is both NORTH and SOUTH at the same time).
A rare sign...but it's a total fake-out.. One of these diverging routes is 128, but you either know which one or are The Hunted.
This is Route 3 and Route 3. No, I do not hear an echo.
This is neither Route 3 nor Route 1. It is, however, Route 3A.
This is Route 3, but not the Route 3 the misspelled sign says it is.
Now we're just fucking with you in the final moments before you commit suicide into the guardrail. (Whoa, whoa! Not next right for not-128-that's-really-128. The
next-next right. You know, the south that's north. Crap on a cruller, who taught you retards from Jersey how to drive?)
-- Can you tell the difference between "Foxborough" and "Foxboro", home of the New England Patriots football (traumatic brain injury) stadium? One is a town, and one is a town. They occupy the same physical space, but are different...which both
VIOLATES THE LAWS OF PHYSICS and is factually correct.
-- Our highway exit numbers are proudly, arrogantly out-of-sequence and repeat each other every few miles. Driving I-95 in southeast Connecticut to the Native American casinos is like being punched in the face by a slab of hate. The state highway dept. wants to replace all the signs (most of which are unreadable and full of bullet holes), but it was defeated by local referendum because fuck you that's why.
