Two pieces of tarmac are sat at the bar in a pub getting very drunk.
The first piece of tarmac says to the other, "I'm dead hard me, right tough, toughest, hardest piece of tarmac you'll every drive across."
"Really," says the second piece of tarmac, "So just how hard are you?"
"I'm so hard," replies the first, "That I could have any of these pieces of tarmac in this pub right now, dead easy!"
"Is that so," says the second, "How about a dare then? How about you challenge the next piece of tarmac that walks in through that door to a fight?"
"You're on," answers the first smugly.
And so they wait, the pair of them, watching the door to the pub.
Eventually, the door opens and in struts a bright red piece of tarmac.
"Go on then," challenges the second piece of tarmac, "Ask him for a fight."
To which the first piece of tarmac drops his head and turns back to the bar sheepishly ....
"I'm not gonna fight him .... he's a cycle path"
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