Jughandle

Informants said that this gulch was so named because the old road made a turn shaped like a jughandle in order to get down into the gulch and across it.

[…] only the first joints of his fingers would rest on the tiny ledge, pulling on it would weaken his grasp on the jughandle.

A jughandle is the Jersey way of making a left turn without creating gridlock...

A waiter appeared with ears that stuck out far enough to have held ten pens instead of just the one, […] He nodded and walked away, shouting our order to the old guy who, going by the size of the jug handles each side of his head, must have been his dad.

"[…] I'd stake my—" he almost said "I'd stake my career on it," but since his career was long since dust and ashes, he swallowed the words and finished, "my ears on it, sir." "That's a considerable wager, Jem, as you've got the biggest jug-handles I've ever seen in all my days," said Captain Flynn.