A majical street that you only can find when your high off your ass and lost. You must yell Joe Lane at the top of your lungs when you drive down the street.
I'm so high I have no idea where I'm going. Wait I'm on Joe Lane. JOE LANE mother fucker!!!
A Shackteau is a humble, weather-beaten, structurally questionable shelter located in a spectacular or highly coveted place—Wales, Jackson Hole, Sun Valley, Crested Butte, coastal Maine, the Alps—where the building itself may be worth almost nothing, but the dirt, view, access, and mythology make it absurdly valuable.
In use:
Shackteâu - We thought it was an abandoned shed until the realtor called it a rare alpine Shackteâu with unobstructed views and listed it for $2 million.