Motorways

A six-lane motorway and an autobahn are having a drink in a bar.
The door opens and a skinny useless-looking single strip of asphalt walks in and sits near them. The motorway nudges and gestures the autobahn to move quietly to another part of the bar. When they are seated again the autobahn asks what the problem is. The motorway replies “You don’t want to be near him when he’s had a few drinks. He’s a fucking cyclepath”