Slow down and enjoy some of Northern New England's best scenery.
The proprietor at my local bike shop thinks of cycling as flying. I know what he means. You skim along, tires humming, scenery streaming by. For me, riding mostly in the williwags of central Maine, that means forest vistas seen from winding ridgetops, deer bounding across the road, and wild turkeys scuttling away as the bike approaches.
Cycling offers a fresh perspective on places you thought you knew. My 20- to 40-mile cycling routes have revealed people and places, sights and sounds that I’d missed by car. A bike is fast enough to take you many miles but slow enough to allow you to hear birdcalls from roadside woods and cows mooing in dairy barns. I’ve found myself stopping to chat with people and returning waves from others. I even made the acquaintance of some early settlers—retired to a tiny cemetery I noticed only when I cycled past.
So strap on your helmet and climb into the saddle. From takeoff to landing, enjoy the flight on these three bike routes.