My favorite rides are not exactly what I think of when I hear the term “gravel grinder”. I think of something faster paced, or competitive when I hear those words. Whether it is time, terrain, or other riders, it is as if grinding implies there is something to overcome. Instead, I just kind of plunk around. I roll gently up and down, and weave through the rough spots. When I’m done, I didn’t overcome. Like neighbors having a chat, I was just visiting.
You don’t see many bicycles out here on these gravel roads. It looks quite different than the pickup trucks normally plunking down these roads with a friendly wave. But this one seems to blend well with the landscape somehow. And it seems perfect for its intended purpose.