Scariest bike rides I've made in this life:
1) U.S. 17 in Georgia before the completion of Interstate 95 (Melissa Fay Greene's Praying For Sheetrock sets the scene).
2) 1st Avenue, NYC, rush hour.
A bike ride through rural Virginia is absolute joy. No traffic, good people, the one thing that requires planning is hydration. We queried these guys in King and Queen County, trying to find a country store. We'd traveled thirty five miles without seeing a retail establishment, running low on fluids.
They directed us to Kino, VA, 12 miles away.