Is the notion of a single most scenic cycling route subjective and ultimately meaningless, given that personal taste, time of year, and atmospheric conditions can drastically alter the experience of the same route? Do sweeping mountain vistas, rolling countryside, and picturesque coastal roads really hold a candle to the often-overlooked, rugged beauty of urban and industrial landscapes, like abandoned rail trails, sprawling metropolitan parks, or gritty, working-class neighborhoods? Can the genuine charm and uniqueness of a route be overshadowed by its popularity and commercialization, making it less desirable for those seeking an authentic experience? Should we seek out routes that challenge not only our physical abilities, but also our perceptions of what constitutes scenic, and redefine the parameters of a quintessential cycling route?