|Rough, (foreground), or smooth, (back ground), I like these sorts of roads best.|
They couldn't be more wrong.
There are other roads. Roads that are not paved smooth, but have crushed rock, or even dirt as their passageway. These roads are shunned by automobiles, and are solely the province of the rural resident, who typically sees a two wheeled, pedaling humanoid as someone to wave at and give a wide berth to. These roads are not only the realm of the courteous, but take you back, closer to nature. There is the cleansing of the mind and renewing of the soul. This is where one can disconnect from the connected and get some much needed re-connection with nature.
|These are my kind of roads.|