This musing leaves me with the question: What is gravel? Is it a certain grading of rock size, between 5mm and 15mm? Is it 40c tyres? Is it drop bars? Is it an XC bike? I asked the question on Instagram, receiving a wide but similar theme of answers. Gravel isn’t a tangible thing. Gravel starts where tarmac ends. It’s the enablement of freedom, the freedom to ride further, into the unknown, into adventure. Away from cars. If gravel isn’t any one thing, then it’s everything. It’s whatever you’re on and whatever you’ve got under your wheels. It doesn’t matter if you measure the tyres in millimetres or inches (mountain bike industry please move into the 21st century). It doesn’t matter if you shave your legs or let them grow wild. Though, I go wild now.