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Cloverleaf , WikiPedia

The night was aromatic with the smell of autumn and the steely fragrance of freshly dampened blacktop. How she loved the smell of road: asphalt baking and soft in July, dirt roads with their dust-and‐pollen perfume in June, country lanes spicy with the odor of crushed leaves in sober October, the sand‐and‐salt smell of the highway, so like an estuary, in February.
Joe Hill, NOS4A2

I saw the years of my life spaced along a road in the form of telephone poles threaded together by wires. I counted one, two, three…nineteen telephone poles, and then the wires dangled into space, and try as I would, I couldnt' see a single pole beyond the nineteenth.
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

Some beautiful paths can't be discovered without getting lost.
Erol Ozan

Arthur: If I asked you where the hell we were, would I regret it?
Ford: We're safe.
Arthur: Oh good.
Ford: We're in a small galley cabin in one of the spaceships of the Vogon Constructor Fleet.
Arthur: Ah, this is obviously some strange use of the word safe that I wasn't previously aware of.
Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy

So Far Away, Carole King

We May Never Pass This Way Again, Seals & Crofts

Ventura Highway, America