I haven't read all the way, but I need to put these in before I forget!
When my sister and I were small, Mum used to take us to her sister's farm for holidays at least once a year. Partway there, we drove through steep, forested hills, and there was a sign that said WARNING: LOGGING TRUCKS
. There was much giggling and discussion of the sneaky sneaky logging trucks that must be hiding up the hill to jump on small cars and squash them flat.
Some years ago, when a certain person was the American president, you could guarantee seeing someone taking a photo of a particular intersection in my stepfather's home town. The intersection? Clinton Street and Faithful Street.