From my past life, rural upstate New York, in the Catskills. Endless country roads, little traffic, very hilly, forests, mountain lakes and streams. The mountains were also there for serious climbing. In fact, the first Tour de Dupont went right through my area, and on one of the climbs (Plattekill Clove) all but the leaders (LeMond, et al) were tacking back and forth across the road to keep from having to get off their bikes, and the stragglers were screaming for "push" (which we gave them).
Now I live in Florida where biking like that is just a memory. My favorite ride here is up and down a seven-mile-long key, very narrow with the intercoastal on one side and the Gulf of Mexico on the other, and $10-25 million dollar houses lining the route, including that of Martina Navrotilova and Stephen King, and the former estate of the infamous John Gotti (with security cameras peering down from the surrounding walls). If I get hit by a car there I know they'll be worth suing.
Now I live in Florida where biking like that is just a memory. My favorite ride here is up and down a seven-mile-long key, very narrow with the intercoastal on one side and the Gulf of Mexico on the other, and $10-25 million dollar houses lining the route, including that of Martina Navrotilova and Stephen King, and the former estate of the infamous John Gotti (with security cameras peering down from the surrounding walls). If I get hit by a car there I know they'll be worth suing.