On my way to work, I drive on “boulevard” that has two lanes in each direction and a grassy median. For much of it, it has what I would call a “service road” or “access road” running parallel, with driveways into business and parking lots coming into the access road, and short little “ramps” for passing between the boulevard and the access road.
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