Cyclists call a hundred-mile stretch a “century” and consider riding one to be a signal accomplishment, their sport’s equivalent of running a marathon. More than a thousand cyclists race in the Montauk Century each May, but don’t consider it a missed opportunity. Riding to The End is more fun when you can take a friend and stop to eat when you’re hungry. It’s a relatively straight shot down the pancake-flat Montauk Highway, and if you choose a day with the breeze at your back, you’ll sail through one hundred of the most enjoyable miles in the Northeast.
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