Three of us braved the gravel roads of rural southern Indiana. The weather was great, the scenery was beautiful, and the hills were challenging.
First off, a gravel downhill run can be quite dangerous on road tires. There were several times it was difficult to keep the speed under control without skidding. Tim had the right idea with his wide knobbies.
I started the ride off with a less-than-auspicious start. I used all four of my spare tubes within the first seven miles. I had two rear flats and one front flat. I also managed to break a valve stem during one of the tube changes. Luckily, I had no other flats after that.
Tim was having a bad day for climbing and struggled up the last few hills, but climb them he did. “L” is a relatively new rider, and took advantage of riding in the truck for the worst climb. I was actually doing well on the climbs. I enjoyed the sense of accomplishment once reaching the top, but I can’t say that the actual climbing wasn’t brutal.
As Tim says in his post, we shortened the ride to 50 miles to avoid more gravel, and a potential flat. I will be looking into buying some better tires for the next ride.
This wasn’t my longest ride, but it was the most grueling. Our average speed was pretty pathetic. The gravel slowed us down, the hills slowed us down, and the flat tires slowed us down. I did take one minor fall while coming to a stop due to my own inattention, but I wasn’t hurt, just embarrassed.
The scenery was quite nice. I wasn’t taking any of the pictures. My fiance, Kristy, and my daughter, Dawn were following in my truck, and took the pictures in this post.