His face was a road map of emotion, traveling from puzzled, to comprehensive and then on to frustration.
The van was in a road side pull off.
It wasn't a road designed for a high speed, for any reason.
Just a road leading to the small parking area and a closed ticket booth for the ferry.
"She didn't demonstrate any modesty when she came to your room," Fred pointed out, reopening a road Dean preferred to detour.