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Bikes are great, even when they're not.
A great thing about a bike is how much can be wrong before it no longer serves its function of being faster than walking. Today, for a little, I was reduced to walking my bike, and yet somehow, I'm still confident I had a positive experience. Although, that is my judgement, so obviously suspect. After earlier this morning sharing with my friend Colleen that I consider the term gravel a silly, but effective, bit of marketing, equating true gravel to the nastiness alongside railroad tracks, I chose to ride from Holyoke to Northampton, well, alongside railroad tracks. In defense of my sensibility, that section does have a fairly smooth service roadway with very little of bumpy gravel, and it has even better views of the Connecticut River than the road up above it. Also, going that way, I could claim I'm a gravel rider, but I won't. Maybe if I had a true gravel set-up, it would've been fine, but when I remounted my bike after a stop to give a tributary trickle a more genero...
