The Sound of Gravel

My favorite place to ride is the Ohio - Erie towpath trail. 80 some miles long, about 90% gravel. A
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few paved sections and lots of history along the trail.
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Can I play?
I ride these packed rocks that can hold the weight of 16 wheel military heavy transport vehicles. When I go ride here I have to change settings on my forks and shock tire pressure also. I don't hear crunchy at all from my tires.
 

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Can I play?
I ride these packed rocks that can hold the weight of 16 wheel military heavy transport vehicles. When I go ride here I have to change settings on my forks and shock tire pressure also. I don't hear crunchy at all from my tires.
Less crunch, more bump!
 
Love it!

Remind us: what's the bike in this photo?
It's a Norco Bigfoot VLT 1 which provides me the only means of being able to ride the entire length of the winter season here. Much of the snow that we received over a week ago has melted but I expect the surroundings will be looking a lot whiter leading up to the winter solstice. The Creo is in hibernation mode and won’t be roused from its slumber until the big melt.
 
To me the gravel means peace, the softness of countryside silence, solitude, reflection of times past and times to come, enjoying the sound of my own relaxed breathing, being able to look around at the lovely scenery slowly passing by. It's freedom. When I want Time to be owned by me, and not the other way around, I go cycling down my gravel roads.

The sound of gravel under my tires is the sound of my happy place on my bike.
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To me the gravel means peace, the softness of countryside silence, solitude, reflection of times past and times to come, enjoying the sound of my own relaxed breathing, being able to look around at the lovely scenery slowly passing by. It's freedom. When I want Time to be owned by me, and not the other way around, I go cycling down my gravel roads.

The sound of gravel under my tires is the sound of my happy place on my bike.
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Yes!! Thank you for sharing that, which is exactly how gravel riding makes me feel as well.
 
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