The fact that there is a highway to hell and only a stairway to heaven says a lot...
A lot about the anticipated traffic numbers.
An old Wild West fort is about to be attacked. The wily old general sends for his trusty Indian scout. "You must use all your thirty years of skill in trying to estimate the sort of army we are up against here."
The trusty Indian scout lies down and puts his ear to the ground. "Heap large war party," he says, "maybe three hundred braves, four chiefs, two on black stallions, two on white stallions. All have war paint. Many many guns. Medicine man also with them."
"Good grief!" exclaims the general. "You can tell all of that just by listening to the ground?"
"No," replies the Indian, "I can see under the gate."
Giorgo and his beautiful girl-friend Isabella rush in to see the vicar: "We want to get married. Here are all our papers, and these two people are our witnesses. Can you do a quick service?"
The vicar is amused. He marries the two young people, pockets his fee and asks: "Isn't there a proverb, something about not marrying in haste? Why are you two in such a hurry?"
Dragging his bride after him, Giorgio rushes out into the street: "We double parked!"