After an hour of meticulous mapping, I’m almost ready take a brand-new 40-mile ride. Then I notice that 4 blocks are on MLK and there’s nothing I can do about it. It’s just 4 blocks out of 40 miles, right? So what?

Another route, that’s what. I’d sooner do all 40 miles on a one-lane dirt county road (20 if I hear banjos).

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