New neighborhood oddness

One thing I always loved about our old neighborhood was the ever-present touch of eclectic weirdness.  I don't think I'm going to miss out on that here.  Already, we have Walter Anderson's daughter (in-bizarre-costumes) riding her basketed bike around.  And there's the guy who rides his bike pulling a little trailer in which his cat rides.  And the roosters. 

And at the construction site of the new house on the corner this morning, there was this:

My thoughts are:  #1 - how did you get that picture? How do you know it was 200? 

#2 - why would somebody do that? and

#3 - Dude.  How much did it cost to have that sign made?

I haven't met these neighbors yet.  I'm sure there's an interesting story here.