And a highway you probably know even better. I think sometimes that this old road knows us almost as well as we know her. We follow her blindly and trustingly - knowing by instinct that she will take us somewhere warm and comfy. Or if for some reason not, then at least she herself is warm and comfy. And of course I use the term highway loosely.
Highway means something fast, important, for people in the know, on the go.
This old friend has long ago been left behind. Left for the little people, the people who can't afford to live anywhere else. And for people like me and you who are not only in no hurry, but are possibly even trying to take as long as possible to get somewhere. Or rather, trying to take as long as possible to not get anywhere at all.