I've got this image in my head of the kind place I'd like to tour by bicycle. Frustratingly, the place seems to exist only in my head. Consider:
It has to be easy to get to. No rack on the Honda means driving to a starting point is more hassle than convenience.
It should feature country roads, tree-lined streets and something scenic.
It needs to be free of traffic. The prettiest country road is spoiled instantly by a too-close motorist.
Well, I'm happy to report that I found at least a tiny portion of this bucolic cycling spot. It lies just beyond the terminus of my daily commute on the American River Bike Trail. Just a bit south of downtown, the bike trail briefly becomes one with a quiet, empty road used to access a boat launch on the Sacramento River. This may be a busy spot on weekends, but on a weekday ride, it's completely empty.
And, it's appropriately tree-lined and scenic.
Here it is:
Just a little farther along, the trail becomes just a trail again, but runs along the levee, giving clear views of the river as it bends and works its way toward the Delta.
There's a lesson in here somewhere about the thing you're searching for being under your nose.