That's what my grandpa, a retired farmer, said today when I told him about our plans to ride on the rocks tonight.
It's scenic, peaceful, and very challenging.
Danny Strong Legs, Patches & Alfred met me at the edge of town for 30 miles of rural riding tonight. We found some tough roads with big loose white rock, badly rutted minimum maintenance roads, and narrow wooden plank bridges spaced wide enough to eat 28mm bike tires if you don't stay on the board you begin on.
It was a pleasant evening. And I got along good with my new gravel tires I got on Fathers day. Patches stopped to help Alfred with a flat at about the 1/2 way point and we lost them till Patches met up with us at the end as we devoured all you can eat Chinese at Hy-Vee.
I had a meeting in Columbus today, so the gravel ride is all I got in today. My odometer logged 35.0 miles tonight.
My lone experience with gravel on a road bike taught me that one can pedal all day on pea gravel and well-traveled gravel, but new white rock gravel means a pinch-flat.
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