I love signs. All kinds of signs, especially road signs, and when I was much younger I would do practically anything to get these signs.
Our house and property are just full of signs, and there are several spots where I just missed the sign I wanted to go there.
I don’t have a ‘SEE THE BOTTLE HOUSE’ up in Travelers Rest, also near the White Horse Road Extension. Stoby Wynn, a good friend who left us way too soon, worked there. Signs were everywhere. They were all over the upstate, but I never acquired one. By the time I realized I wanted one, they were all gone.
I don’t have an authentic Route 66 sign either. But one year on the One Lap America road race, where we traveled day and night and went maybe 10,000 miles in 14 days, we traveled a bunch of Route 66. The rules said we had to have a series of photos showing two team members and certain road signs, and for some all of our photos showed Glenn Dodd and myself with our backs turned, watering down the signposts.
But my all-time favorite signs were put out by Burma Shave. They were usually a series of five signs, written in a style so you would have to look for the next sign so the whole thing made sense. My personal favorite was:
“YONDER GOES WILLIE.
PASSIN’ ON A HILL.
HE DON’T DRESS NICE
BUT HE DRIVES FIT TO KILL
One summer when I was a kid, we discovered a small room at the back of a friend’s garage, and we talked his parents into letting us use it as a clubhouse. Someone among us decided we needed a sign to keep others out. I mean, it ain’t a club if you don’t keep somebody out, so it was voted on to collect ourselves a STOP sign. They are red now, but most were yellow back then.
A woman called the local police and explained she had seen a young man hanging out a back seat window, chopping down a stop sign with an axe. Back then they were mounted on wooden 4×4 posts. When the police arrived, we were long gone, but she had gotten our tag number.
So the police arrived and charged us 5 bucks each. We paid it, and a month later we went back to check the sign. The same 4×4 post was holding the sign. even chopped in half. That night we collected our sign. And it may still be hanging on the clubhouse door, but I doubt it.
The way we looked at it: we had paid for it, so it was legally ours. Try finding a lawyer to would take that case.