I had my sights set on a long bike ride for this past weekend, several days in advance. I originally had intended on a twenty-five- to thirty-mile ride out to my in-laws' house, but after much debate, I opted to stay on roads with which I was semi-familiar. On Sunday around 3:00 p.m., I set out on what would turn out to be a good learning experience.
As I rode down the familiar bike lanes toward downtown Buffalo, my boredom got the best of me. I decided that I wanted to try some new roads, so I made a hard right turn into the Waterfront Village near the Buffalo harbor. I passed by all the people playing various pick-up-league sports in Lasalle Park and continued on my way north along the Niagara River. It is a very beautiful place to ride, and there are probably ten-plus miles of waterfront paths to travel on. Once I got to the familiar turning point where the trail cuts into the Erie Canal and heads east, I made the executive decision to throw caution to the wind and continue traveling north.