So there were these two roads sitting in a crowded bar...

So there were these two roads sitting in a crowded bar enjoying a hard-earned drink after a tough day of being roads.
They've had a few shots of tarquila each and are beginning to talk tough.

The first road slugs down another shot and says "You know... I reckon I'm the best road in the country!"

The second road scoffs, takes his shot and replies "If you're the best road in the country, I'm the best bit of bitumen in the world!"

First road starts to respond when suddenly a scraggly bit of concrete walks through the bar door and everyone goes dead quiet.

The two roads look at the bit of concrete and wander aloud why everyone went quiet.

The bartender leans over and tells them to shut up -- "Shhh! Watch out for him! He's a real cycle-path!"