By what used to be there? I’ve caught myself doing that a couple of times.
Yes. My daughter got directions to somewhere the other day based on a building that ceased to exist before she was born(she’s 17). I try not to do that, but capitulate when the person I’m talking to doesn’t know the name of the road they’re on. “Take this road to the third light, then turn where the Convenient food mart used to be, go down that road, and it’s right next to where Thornberry’s used to be. You can’t miss it; it’s right across the street from where the Seven Eleven used to be before it became a Thornton’s.” It’s almost as bad as getting directions in a European city.
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I haven’t seen these in person but Psycho Path in Traverse City, MI, and Divorce Court in Heather Highlands, PA, make me laugh. Farfrompoopen Road in Tennessee (the only road up to Constipation Ridge) is good for a giggle, too. They were the top ranking names in a wacky street names poll sponsored by Mitsubishi Motors. You can see the list of top ten winners here.
In Irving, TX there’s a Nonesuch Pl.
And somewhere in a tiny town in Central Texas is a Memory Ln. In a cruel twist of fate, it’s devoid of sidewalks so it’s a bit difficult to stroll down.
Cary, NC has Yubinaranda Circle.
Near Kingston, Ontario, is Wolfe Island, a rural island community of humble and simple folk, some of whom still have more than half their teeth. Wolfe Islanders are very sensitive to comments that they might be hayseeds or rubes, and insist they are not.
So it amused me to no end to find that the road between “2nd Line Road” and “4th Line Road” is signed…
“3th Line Road.”
Yes, “3th.”
Gonzomax, my husband and I have been through those communities ourselves and can vouch for them. I could not believe my eyes.
There is a street with a steep entrance in Camden, Maine. Its name is Four Wheel Drive.
CowPatty, did you ever drive an ambulance?
Oh, right, you’re disputing the meaning behind the name, not the existence of the name in various places. I reckon that usually it does have an innocent meaning - weathercocks are landmarks too - but the one I mentioned in my first post in this thread definitely did have the sexual history meaning.
(I am kinda curious about what you’ll quibble over next, from my single, short, original post in this thread :D).
No, but I rode in one once. That was enough for me. 
There’s one in Iqaluit, Nunavut officially called the Road to Nowhere.
And one in Toronto called Avenue Road.
Need I mention Head-Smashed-In Buffalo Jump in Alberta?
Also, Port Daniel, Quebec features a Route du Chômage (“Unemployment Route”).
In Oakville, Ontario, there’s an Old Upper Middle Road. 
For about six months (when I was a poor college student) I rented a room from a friend on Boner Street
Now that I’ve found Lizard Lick, my new goal in life is to visit Head-Smashed-In.
Grand Rapids, Mi must be a progressive city, they have both a Gay St. and a Straight st.
You can find Putz’s Creamy Whip at the intersection of West Fork Road and Putz Place in Cincinnati, Ohio.
There is a Fish Ranch Road near Orinda, CA.
My local favorite is off of SR 46 in southern Indiana … Less Traveled Road.
All most impressive, but hardly comparable to the Austrian town that boasts the world’s most stolen nameplate: Fucking.
Putz’s has the best turtle sundaes I have ever eaten.
I have also been to Big Bone Lick state park in KY, which has a bison grazing/ naturalization area, and is home to a number of mammoth fossils. Interesting little place, and indeed between Rabbit Hash and Beaver Lick.
The town of Blue Ball Ohio is about 3 miles north of my front door, and it gives my wife and I great amusement when a storm moves through, and the weatherperson has to pause mid-sentence to get out the Blue Ball is in the path of the storm.
I also lived on Memory Lane in the Cincinnati area for about 2 years.