New Jersey is nothing but sprawling malls, fake tans, tacky velour jumpsuits and drivers who use their middle finger instead of a turn signal, right?
Okay, some of these things are true. Growing up in Upstate NY, I loved to hate our trashy neighbor to the south. That is until the Garden State was the only way out of our stint of unemployment. This past weekend, we packed up the U-Haul and headed south.
When I agreed to move to NJ, I feared that the days of roaming the countryside on my bike were over. And I was willing to bet that beginning a ride from the end of the driveway was a thing of the past. It turns out that “dirty Jersey” is true after all. Dirt roads, that is. The state is also brimming with farms, trails, historic buildings and bucolic winding back roads with low traffic. Once you leave the highways that snake like veins from one end of the state to the other, you’ll be amazed by the scenery. The cycling scene here is huge and we’ve already ridden (and climbed, and climbed) right from our driveway.
Yes, this is New Jersey.