Feeling the Crunch

I took the gravel bike out for a ride today. How could I not? After yesterday's epic gravel stage in the Tour de France, I was jonesing to feel the crunch of gravel beneath my own tires.

Much like the Tour stage, I have to get my gravel in short sectors. We don't have long gravel roads around my home.

Here is a one mile stretch near the river:

A half mile near Lake Natoma:

The gravel road between Beals Point and Granite Bay:

I still love to get out there and haul ass on the dirt with drop bars. I don't think the old cyclocross racer hidden somewhere deep within my soul will ever die.

Later.