I'm in Massachusetts for one of my best friend's wedding (ok, probably my best friend) and decided to turn it into a vacation since I already had to take time off of work. We're in Andover, MA, right off the freeway, but I have seen quite a few people riding on bikes, even one group camping via bike (oh how jealous I am).
The wedding was in Haverhill (which apparently is pronounced NOTHING like its spelled, best I heard was Haverill? I guess I'm just not used to the accent) at Winnekenni castle and in the surrounding area I saw several cyclists riding around on MTBs hitting the trails.
We also went to downtown Boston to see the aquarium and ran into every different type of cyclists. Fixed gear bike messengers, roadies, Fred's, MTBers, and everything in between. Truth be told, with as insane as it was driving, I'd be terrified to ride my bike in the road. There were a few nutballs who were just zipping in and out and cutting off cars like they didn't exist, but aside from that it seemed very sane.
And then this afternoon we visited Newburyport, MA and Plum Island and everywhere we drove there was a very ride bike lane, and the island was teeming with cyclists.
I guess the gist of this is that I'm jealous. Not necessarily of the high number of cyclists but rather the scenery. I love the ocean. I love being by the city (note, I said BY the city, I don't think I could handle living in the city - I visited the same friend a few years ago when she lived in Boston and I was impressed at her ability to fearlessly navigate the streets). And the bike friendly nature of the area is just astounding. So a big thumbs up to the powers that set the cycling in motion here. Tomorrow I'm headed back to Michigan, and hopefully I can bring some of the cyclist good will with me.
Bums me out that it wasn't practical at all for me to bring my bike though. It would have been fun to stroll up to the wedding in full suit and tie on the bike, ready to do my reading for her wedding