Just off the crushed-limestone corridor, an early‑to‑mid‑1960s American sedan, sits quietly in a grassy clearing beside the trail. Its aqua-blue finish has faded, yet the chrome trim and classic profile hint at its former elegance. This unexpected roadside oddity invites cyclists to pause, admire how nature reclaims forgotten history, and ponder the stories this car might’ve seen during its decades of roadside rest.