I start on my suburban neighborhood street, proceed to a peaceful country road, turn onto a busy four-lane road with a painted bike lane, cross a crazy-busy turnpike, hold my breath as I navigate the continuation of the bike lane on what becomes a very narrow two-lane road, turn into a neighborhood like my own, cut across some grass to an opening in a fence, and ride the last 200-300 feet of my commute on a dirt path.