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Other articles related to "roads, road":
... The east-west A47 Birmingham to Great Yarmouth road now avoids the town, using a northerly bypass opened in 1981 ... The A1065 Mildenhall to Fakenham road still passes through the centre of the town on its north-south route, intersecting with the A47 at a grade separated junction ...
... By 1920 Oregon had 620 miles (998 km) of paved roads and 297.2 miles (478.3 km) of plank roads for a population of 783,389, and by 1932 the work that had been started on the Oregon ... (11,300 km) of state, market and country roads in Oregon, with nearly 5,000 miles (8,000 km) being hard surfaced ...
... to a 2004 report, Yirgachefe had 19 kilometers of asphalt roads, 56 kilometers of all-weather roads and 8 kilometers of dry-weather roads, for an average road density of 276 ...
... x 0.75 km.) of motor roads and another grid (1 km ... ways superimposed on each other so that each residential community is served by motor roads on the periphery and cycle ways within it ... at the intersection of cycle pedestrian ways and motor roads will enable the two systems to work almost independent of each other ...
Famous quotes containing the word roads:
“Other roads do some violence to Nature, and bring the traveler to stare at her, but the river steals into the scenery it traverses without intrusion, silently creating and adorning it, and is as free to come and go as the zephyr.”
—Henry David Thoreau (18171862)
“Lift your eyes
Where the roads dip and where the roads rise
Seek only there
Where the grey light meets the green air
The hermits chapel, the pilgrims prayer.”
—T.S. (Thomas Stearns)
“A novel is a mirror carried along a high road. At one moment it reflects to your vision the azure skies at another the mire of the puddles at your feet. And the man who carries this mirror in his pack will be accused by you of being immoral! His mirror shews [sic] the mire, and you blame the mirror! Rather blame that high road upon which the puddle lies, still more the inspector of roads who allows the water to gather and the puddle to form.”
—Stendhal [Marie Henri Beyle] (17831842)