Or ‘the drawer’ and ‘the baths’.
(I don’t speak Spanish, though.)
You might think that, but no, it doesn’t. It takes the place of 72nd Street or something.
From Upstate New York:
[ul][li]Pink Schoolhouse Road[/li][li]Seven by Nine Road[/li][li]Number Four Road (so called because it goes to the hamlet of Number Four)[/li][li]Po Valley Road (named after the river valley in Italy, and located on an Army Base hosting a division that fought there during WWII)[/li][li]Hadcock Road[/li][li]Peggys Crotch Road[/li][li]Fillmore Glen Access Road (which does just that, access to the state park commemorating Millard Fillmore; the nearby town of Moravia annually has bathtub races in his honor)[/li][li]Killawog Road[/li][li]Marathon Road is not in and of itself odd; it leads to the village of Marathon. What makes it worth listing is its length: 26.2 miles[/ul][/li]
In rural Virginia:
[ul][li]Somerduck Road[/ul][/li]
North Carolina:
[ul][li]Tenten Road. (It is also State Highway 1010.)[/li][li]Gay Farm Road[/li][li]Morphus Bridge Road[/li][li]Lizard Lick Road [/li][li]Buffaloe Road, and Old Buffaloe Road (I suspect Dan Quayle’s influence here)[/li][li]Gold Leaf Highway (actually named after a variety of tobacco grown locally)[/li][*The Circle[/ul]
In a small town in Michigan, apocryphally, there is an 86th Street. It is not part of a numeric sequence; the town apparently has only five or six streets. Evidently, someone just wanted the town to have an 86th Street. (Michigan Dopers: This would be interesting to check out. I’ve heard it quoted about a number of towns, largely south of Lansing; the only one of them that I recall at present is Holt.)
Makes it even better.
“Inwood.” <snerk> 
Were you down by Camp Pendleton? Did you wave as you passed OC? 
Here in Panama one of the main thoroughfares is officially called Avenida Ricardo J. Alfaro, but it is universally known as Tumba Muerto,“tomb of the dead.”
There is also a good neighborhood called El Cangrejo (“The Crab”), and a bad one called Salsipuedes (“Get out if you can”), like the one already mentioned by capybara.
There is a town just west of Panama City called Arraijan, supposedly a corruption of the English phrase “at the right hand,” because it is on the right as you leave town.
But my favorite place name in Panama is not a street or a town but a stream: the Quebrada Culo Seco, “Dry Ass Creek.”
I thought you were kidding about salsipuedes, so I googled it! Leave if you can! I love it!
Not far from me is Monster Road. A family whose last name was Monster once had a farm there.
The saga of roads running parallel to the lakeshore in Oakville, Ontario, as laid out by early-nineteenth-century British surveyors:
First, there was Lakeshore Road. It ran on the coastal plain near the beach, hit all the little farming hamlets from Toronto to Burlington, let the farmers get their wares to market, etc. All-in-all, a good 19th-century road.
Then there was Dundas Street. It ran on the high ground, connecting the town of Toronto to the village of Dundas, north and west of Burlington.
Between them, at the base of the hill, was Middle Road.
At the top of the hill was Upper Middle Road.
Came the 1930s. The Ministry of Transport decided to build a superhighway between Toronto and Hamilton. The car was becoming popular, and what with all the hamlets and farmers taking their wares to market and all, Lakeshore Road was just too crowded. But where to put the new highway through Oakville? They didn’t want to be too far from the lakeshore, but on the other hand, just bulldozing a strip of sufficient width through all the hamlets and farms along the Lakeshore would be too expensive.
They settled on a compromise: Middle Road, which was transmogrified into the Queen Elizabeth Way, and opened by said Queen and her husband, King George VI, in 1939.
Time passed. Oakville grew, absorbed all the other hamlets on the coastal plain, and expanded up the hill. Upper Middle Road, formerly a concession road giving access to farms, became an arterial road serving suburbs and shopping centres.
In the early nineties, it was decided to widen Upper Middle Road, and in the process build the Smith-Triller Viaduct across Sixteen-Mile Creek. But Upper Middle Road had to be re-routed to serve the new bridge. The houses on the old road remained, the old road which ended at a cliff over the creek… the old road which has one of my favourite road names: Old Upper Middle Road.
Kinau Street sounds like a pleasant enough Hawaiian name, some people even name their Dalmations that, it means “spotted”. :smack:
So why was the street called that? Because that’s where the midwife lived. 
And where she hung up her unsuccessfully laundered sheets and towels. :eek:
Similarly, there is a street and park called Aala. Tourist magazines will tell you this means fragrant smelling. Wrong!! it mean “good smelling”, named because the clean smell coming from the Chinese laundry there.
Running from Moonachie to Little Ferry, New Jersey is Redneck Avenue. I so want to move there.
Bergenfield NJ had the intersection of Washington & Clinton. Until 2000, I always thought “That has all the Presidents covered.”
Probably related to Funny River Road in Soldotna, Alaska.
I went to school in SB and my sister still lives there. To my knowledge, that road got the name because it was the marker line for flooding that they suffered from in the past. If water got up to that line, leave if you can - hence the name…sorry, no cite, just the local story.
As for “Alameda de Las Pulgas” - Street of the Fleas, which started this thread - there is a looooong street by this name in Northern California - I used to live right off of it, by Sequoia Hospital in Redwood City (intersection of Whipple and The Alameda, as we locals called it). I believe it was the old property line of a HUGE ranch that was in the area 150+ years ago. I don’t know how the ranch got the name Las Pulgas - but suspect it must’ve had something to do with the cattle they had there and the fleas said cattle attracted…
Our bizarre road around here is “Bread and Cheese Hollow Road”.
Nobody yet mentioned Butt Hole Road?
What were you doing in my hometown?
Around here we’ve got Beaver Butte Road; I know how to pronounce “butte” but I still smirk every time I run across it while flipping through my map books.
We’ve also got Buggy Lane, which sounds all quaint and crap until you realize that it’s called that because it’s by a swamp, hence there’s bugs all over the place.
Indeed, it does. There’s also Broad Street, which seems like a great place for misogynists.