Zen and zen were travelling from the frozen wastes of point A into the distant sands of point B, when Zen, who was driving, took a right turn off the straight road.

“But friend” said zen, “this road goes where we are going”

“Aha” said Zen, “but there is a statue in the middle of the road ahead, and by this road we avoid the traffic queues that form around it”.

“But friend,” said zen, “They removed the statue ages ago, and now this road is rough and poorly surfaced”.

“Oh”, said Zen, and then, after a while, “I liked that statue.”

“and I wish they’d resurface the roads.”