And by skating, we speak of the inline shred, graceful skitching, hitting it hard because this is 3.1 smooth miles of concrete, shared only by bicyclists who know what's up, perfect for tucking in and balling out. Let it rip. Or you can stay to the right and carve out a peaceful stroll for yourself through the wild-flowered parkland. Either way, eight-wheeling doesn't get any better than this.
