The last of a dying breed.
While visiting my then-boyfriend in Wisconsin a couple of years ago, we drove across town to visit his friend. The main road to his friends house was blocked by this sign:
After stubbornly ignoring my (and the signs) suggestion to go an alternate route, and driving another half mile before seeing that there was definitely no way he was getting through, we saw this sign:
I felt vindicated, and no, I didn’t enjoy the ride back.