New York State Route 252A (NY 252A) was an east–west state highway located within the town of Chili in Monroe County, New York, in the United States. The western terminus of the route was at an intersection with NY 33A and NY 386 in the hamlet of Chili Center. Its eastern terminus was at a junction with NY 383 near the Greater Rochester International Airport. NY 252A was known as Paul Road and was a 4.40-mile (7.08 km) alternate route of NY 252 through Chili; however, it did not directly connect to NY 252.
NY 252A was originally designated as New York State Route 198 c. 1932. NY 198 became part of NY 252 in 1949; however, NY 252 was realigned in the late 1950s to follow a more southerly alignment through the town of Chili. Its former routing was redesignated as NY 252A. The route was realigned slightly in the late 1960s following an expansion of the Greater Rochester International Airport's primary runway. Ownership and maintenance of NY 252A was transferred from the state of New York to Monroe County as part of a highway maintenance swap that took effect on November 26, 2007, and the NY 252A designation was eliminated on July 1, 2009. NY 252A's former routing is now part of County Route 168 (CR 168), an unsigned route.
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