The Anatomy Of A Perfect Road: Now we all understand that one person's view of the 'perfect road' can differ from another's, based on experience, geographics, steed, desire to see, etc. Having seen and ridden roads with great mountain and desert vistas here and abroad, I have little longing for them at this time, despite their splendor and beauty. My view of the perfect road has become more local and parochial - likeability and being easy-to-get-to have become a benchmark. What I like are roads with lots of hills, sweepers, twisties and hairpins that are quiet, not too technical, have little or no cage traffic and are not besotted with hoards of cruiser-faced pirates. Time with the redhead taught me that gravel, especially loose gravel, is a deterrent to much, if not most, of the cruiser and cage crowd. In addition, the perfect road should have bridges, quaint homes and villages with rivers and streams and friendly people. Riding it should make you smile and never want to stop. The previous post pictured such a road. This post pictures another. I was able to chase trains in the morning, ride these roads in the afternoon and still get home in plenty of time for dinner. In a week or two, this area will be a feast of fall color. What's not to like?