So the M25, the M40 and the M1 are drinking in a bar ... They've had quite a few jars and things are getting pretty rowdy. ""Do you remember that time we beat up all those crappy little A-roads?"" says the M25 ""the A14 had to have engineering works for a week!"" ""Yeah, and that time we rumbled with the M5 and M6, that was classic!"" pipes up the M40 ""I once punched the M3 so hard, he had to close a lane!"" interjects the M1 ""anyway, I'm off to the bar, I'll get a round in."" After picking up his 3 pints from the bar the M1 turns back towards his table but gets bumped by a thin piece of red tarmac. The drinks go everywhere. The M1 looks at the red tarmac but quickly averts his eyes as he gets stared down. He slinks back to his friends who look on aghast. ""Why didn't you nut that little piece of shit?"" asks the M40. ""Yeah, why did you let that little twat get away with spilling your drink?"" says the M25. ""Lads"" answers the M1 ""I don't mind having a fight with the M26 or even the M60, that's a fair fight ain't it? But that guy, that guy's a cyclepath.""