Cyclepath

A piece of black tarmac goes into a bar and says "Give me a pint and make it quick because I'm hard and scared of no-one".
Just them a piece of red tarmac comes up to the bar and the black piece dashes into the toilet.
After a while he come out and says "Has he gone yet?"
The barman says "What's all this I'm scared of no-one?"
The black tarmac replies "No-one messes with him, he's a cycle-path."

Ha ha ha.
(Our cyclepath, unfortunately, is grey.)

This is the Chester direction; I was torn whether to blip this or the other direction, into Wales. Or these oh-so-cute otters, at the zoo.