There are lots of winding roads, and of course long ones, and certainly narrow and crooked ones, but this one is one of the weirdest I’ve ever encountered. The first time I drove on it, I couldn’t figure out what was going on.
Notice how 11th st. simply turns into a parking lot?
Weird.
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There was a road in central NJ, a 4 lane highway (but not an interstate). I recall taking it a couple of times, more or less by accident. It made a huge curve to the right, as the 4 lanes became 2…and eventually became a dead end. I just tried to find it but had no luck.
That’s how the parking lot in front of my office is. The street in front of the office just passes through the parking lot, and then turns back into a normal street on the other side. This business park is on the site of a former Air Force base, so I’m guessing that’s how the military built it back in the day and we’re just stuck with it now. And just like your example, the portion that’s in the parking lot is still labeled as a street in Google Maps.
If you can narrow it down at all, I might be able to help.
At first I though you meant the south end of Rt 18 before they fixed the end, but it doesn’t quite fit.
I know Monmouth County really well and Ocean County pretty well. Middlesex and Mercer not as well.
I used to live right off of 18, but it was west of that.
Depending on the time, when rt33 was being slowly worked on, it did what you described for a bit. Now there is a rt33 short expressway and a rt 33 business through Freehold Boro
I was on this street in Redding, CA, driving away from the camera intending to turn left into the parking structure. As I started to turn left, about where the white car is in the photo, a car suddenly passed me ON MY LEFT. WTF? Then I noticed the arrows painted on the street; apparently the lane changes directions in middle of a block. Totally bizarre.
Rt 2 Eastbound near Boston was a 4-lane per side limited access highway coming down the Belmont Hill towards Cambridge. In the span of less than .25 mile it dropped two lanes and went into a rotary. That has since been turned into a more traditional intersection.
That sounds like an excellent recipe for collisions.
That was my thought when I almost turned into a car coming up from behind me in a lane that I thought was for traffic going the other way.
I took a road trip vacation to western New York State a few years ago. I was in no rush and taking the scenic route, so to speak. I was heading west out of Rochester and saw the Lake Ontario State Parkway on the map, running right along the lakeshore for many miles. I thought that would be a nice drive; lots of little shoreline vacation cottages and such. I was wrong. There was nothing there; no buildings, no towns, not even any other cars for miles. It would have been splendid isolation, except I was starting to get low on gas.
I looked it up when I got home, and wikipedia (I think) said the state was just going to abandon the road because it got so little use.
I’ve also ridden a bicycle through the Ted Williams Tunnel under Boston Harbor, not a lot of people can say that. Ridden over the Verazano Narrows Bridge a couple times, too.
IMHO.
My own road.
Yes, folks I own a road. It didn’t cost a fortune. It came with the cheap land, part of which my husband inherited and the parcels we bought around it
It was basically a wildlife trail. But funny, jokes on us, it met up with an unimproved “The next country over” road.
So now it crosses through our land and across the next county, partially our land, on further into another, but improved county road.
So think about it my land, across 2 counties, my land which I pay property taxes on, in 2 counties.
My land which is tied to my assets, which are taxed.
My road, on my land that anyone who’s brave enough to drive on can use. (And they do)
My road, on my land not one institution county or state. (Haven’t tried federal) will assume maintenance of.
My road on my land I’m not allowed to gate. To prevent drivers from using. They did allow a sign that says “unmaintained road”. And will put “A” barricade up if the ditches flood. If we call and remind them and no one steals it. Apparently they make good sawhorses. 
My road we have to spend much time and funds to maintain. To keep said drivers from killing themselves on it and taking everything we own.
Yeah it’s weird, alright.
NOMINEES:
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Shortly after I first hitched to New York City, I walked west on 4th Street and at a certain point came to the intersection of 4th Street and 10th Street.
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I don’t remember the name of the street, but in Athens GA I was trying to get to a party to which I’d been invited. I’ll admit I’d smoked a bowl before setting off. Let’s say the address was 900 Something Street. I knew I’d get to it by driving down Other Road and soon came to the intersection of Other Road and Something Street. 900 Something Street could have been to my left or to my right, didn’t know yet. Took a left. Something Street bent around to a perpetual curve and eventually intersected itself and the sign post didn’t specify (e.g. "N Something St versus W Something St) but just said I’d come to the intersection of Something Street and Something Street. So in further pursuit of 900 Something St I could have continued, or turned left, or turned, right, yes? Because the numbers I’d seen so far were so low, I decided on a lark to try a turn, so I turned. Left, I think? I saw numbers a few minutes later and they weren’t likely to get close to 900 so I u-turned and soon was back at the intersection of Something St and Something St, a bit stoned. Umm…now what?
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GPS, en route to GA, # 1: We were on a two lane country road and a log truck with an escort vehicle (yellow flashing lights) in front of us were going 12 miles per hour. No possibility of passing. Tell GPS to find us another route. GPS says go right next intersection, now straight 1.4 miles now at next intersection go straight. We’re at a T intersection, there is no “straight”. Directly in front of us is a faint trail that might have once, in frontier days, been a road, but it goes under a clothes line and then would require fording a stream that runs through the back yard of these people’s property.
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GPS, en route to GA #2: Two miles from the address of my parent’s farm, the GPS is saying “take a left”. Girlfriend is driving and does so but it’s a dirt road. Gets bumpier as we go. Then it dives down down down and suddenly there’s a one lane ramshackle metal chicken-wire-looking bridge over a river. She eases onto it at 5 mph and we roll across it, hoping it will bear our weight.
Hey, I think I’ve been on your number 2 scene.
Sober.
It was in Tulsa, Okla., though.
I think probably the weirdest roads I’ve seen are in places where the streets pre-date the invention of motor vehicles by centuries. Granada in southern Spain is a maze of tiny lanes and alleyways, many of which seem way too narrow to admit cars, but every now and again you have to jump into a doorway to allow a car or even a tiny van to squeeze through. The rule about what is actually a vehicular route seems to be defined as ‘well, if you’re willing to give it a try…’
We saw a driver get their car wedged tight between two buildings last time we were there - the walls, being of medieval construction and made from assorted boulders and reclaimed stones, werent plumb or smooth and so as the car got wedged in, it also got lifted up a fraction, to the extent that the wheels spun on the time-polished cobbles.
I remember being confused when I first moved to Waterloo, Ontario and I discovered that King St and Weber St are “parallel” and yet they cross each other multiple times.
I think this counts.
Even if I was only a passenger.
This reminds me of a “road” I tried to drive on once. I worked for a non profit with offices across the state and had to make a trip to an office I had never been to before. On the way back home I was looking at a map and saw a road that looked like it might be an interesting drive, so I got off the highway and started to follow it. After about a quarter mile it went from pavement to gravel, and shortly after that just a couple of tracks in the dirt. So I turned around and got back on the highway.
I took a closer look at the map after I got home. It wasn’t a road after all, it was the Santa Fe Trail!
I was driving in Scotland when I took a wrong turn on the way to the botanic garden at Inverewe, and wound up on a one-lane track bordering a gorge, which eventually narrowed to the point where goats going in opposite directions could not have passed safely.
Somehow I was able to turn around and escape back to terra firma. I still have nightmares about it though.
A friend owns property near the old Ship Hotel in the mountains of Bedford County. There is a long red-dog road that services many of the properties in the area. If you view the area by satellite you’d see that the road is a large square.
The weird part is that while driving the road you do not realize you are driving a large square. Because the land is all forested you can travel the entirety of the road and never realize you are back where you started. If you do not know what’s going on you can go around and around, with each loop taking about 15 minutes.