Originally Posted By friendofdd A piece of road walks into a bar and declares to all its occupants: "I'm the hardest pavement in this town!" The piano player stops and the bar goes deadly silent. After a brief pause, all eyes drop, the pianist returns to playing and the piece of road pulls up a bar stool and settles down to a beer. Five minutes later, a piece of highway throws open the bar door. Once again, the bar goes silent but for the creaking of the slow-moving overhead fans. The highway declares: "I'm the toughest pavement you'll ever see this side of the border!" The piece of road slowly turns and locks eyes with the piece of highway. The tension mounts, other drinkers scatter and take cover. At that precise moment, in walks a piece of freeway which says: "I'm the hardest pavement in the whole country and I'll take you both on!" And there they stood in a three-way stand-off for what seemed like an eternity. Once again, the door opens and, into the middle of the stand-off, walks a strange-looking piece of pavement with a blue stripe. The other three turn their backs to the door, sit down at the bar and stare sheepishly into their drinks. The bartender sidles up to the three of them and asks what the problem is. "Shhhh!", says the freeway, "Watch what you say,... that guy's a real cycle path."
