Originally Posted by
GriddleCakes
In the early morning MUP traffic is light, and usually it's just me, the trees, ducks, moose, ravens, and occasional cyclist or runner; frequently I can forget that I'm riding through the middle of a city.
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the quiet and peaceful feeling of riding a nearly empty trail through the woods, creek running beside me, ravens quorking overhead, or along the coastal trail, with the sound of the inlet waters lapping the beach at high tide.
You're killing me. I can route part of my ride along a creek that recently became capable of supporting life (hooray!), but it means contending with swarms of honking scooters and aggressive drivers trying to get around said scooters, and inhaling several lungfuls of construction dust along the way. One day I'd like to ride an MUP just to see what it feels like.