OK people, have at it.
Not a street but a town called—WEED, CALIFORNIA.
Garde la Foi, mes amis! Nous nous sommes les sauveurs de la République! Maintenant et Toujours!
(Keep the Faith, my friends! We are the saviors of the Republic! Now and Forever!)
LonePalm, le Républicain du verre cassé (The Broken Glass Republican)
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It could be worse. I grew up in a small berg in Central New York. Off of the main road were about a dozen numbered Avenues. They were numbered not in physical order but in the order that they were created. (i.e., 5th Ave between 1st and 2nd, etc.). The locals have no problem with this but outsiders are frustrated to no end.