Post-Interbike Ramblings

Last week’s Interbike trade show confirmed that the bicycle industry has embraced the gravel bike in a big way. When brands like Niner, Specialized, and Surly allĀ release gravel-friendly models, it doesn’t take a Magic 8-Ball to know that things are blowing up big-time. And it’s not just these new introductions making news. Salsa, a longtime gravel proponent, continues to fine-tune their gravel offerings, as well as expanding the number of dedicated racing rigs.

What’s causing all the gravel-related buzz? Dollars, for one. Everyone wants a piece of the pie, and with several popular 2013 bikes/frames already sold out (with plenty of good riding weather remaining), the demand for gravel bikes is clearly there. To the skeptics who think that gravel riding/racing is a flash in the pan, think back 30 years ago when Specialized introduced a certain bike called the StumpJumper (and we all know how that turned out).

Sales and market share aside, much of gravel riding’s increased popularity can be attributed to events such as the Almanzo 100, D2R2, Dirty Kanza 200, Trans Iowa, and Rebecca Rusch’s recentĀ Private Idaho. Bikes able to withstand those types conditions appeal to racers and non-racers alike. Any brand that can claim a victory in one of those events immediately elevates itself above the competition (win on Sunday, sell on Monday).

When you talk to people about gravel riding, there’s one common theme that emerges–it’s fun. Exploring dirt and gravel roads brings out the kid in everyone. Returning to that wide-eyed sense of freedom is a welcome relief from the rules and structure of everyday life (both on and off the bike). Not surprisingly, many riders report that they prefer unpaved riding because of reduced interaction with cars. Other riders–myself included–say they like the challenge of riding skinnier tires on unpaved roads and trails.

Looking at the GRAVELBIKE site’s explosive growth, it’s safe to say that gravel riding’s popularity will continue to rise. A natural side effect of that increased popularity will be even more organized gravel rides and races, and as a result, we’ll see the bikes themselves diverge into two camps–adventure and race models. If, for some unlikely reason, none of that transpires, you and I will continue to do what riders have done for over one hundred years–happily ride our bicycles on dirt and gravel roads.

After The Flood

“Were you affected by the flooding?”

That’s the number-one question I was asked at Interbike this week. People would look at my badge, see that I was from Colorado, and then want to know how bad things really were. To be completely honest, my problems were very minor compared to the massive devastation reported by the media. A leaky roof and failed sump pump basically amounted to an expensive inconvenience. In short, nothing compared to losing one’s home, all worldly possessions, and in some cases, loved ones.

Today, like nearly every other Saturday morning, I grabbed one of my bicycles and hit the road. Unlike all those meandering, destination-free adventures, this one was different. Today’s ride was a recon mission to see if my normal route to work had been impacted by last week’s flooding. Aside from a bit more broken pavement, the first couple of (paved) miles were largely uneventful. That all changed, however, when it came time to leave the asphalt. Front Range Colorado Boulder flood

The first of what would be several trail-head closures. Front Range Colorado Boulder flood

Looking up, and to the left of the gate in the previous photo. Front Range Colorado Boulder flood

Approximately two miles farther, and another trail closure. Front Range Colorado Boulder flood

Makeshift warning alerting cyclists and motorists to the shoulder’s damage. Front Range Colorado Boulder flood

That wash-out is approximately four feet deep. Front Range Colorado Boulder flood

I don’t recall ever seeing this popular trailhead closed. Front Range Colorado Boulder flood

I can only imagine how deep this was a few days ago.

It was at this point that I decided to throw in the towel and head back home. As I pedaled through the various neighborhoods, I heard the sound of shovels scraping against mud and asphalt. Discarded carpeting and furniture littered the sidewalks. Extension cords and hoses snaked their way across the remains of people’s lawns and driveways. I counted my blessings, grateful for my good fortune. All the while, a familiar song played in my head.

Watch your life slip through your hands
They’re not for shaking
They’re not for praying
They’re just for holding close
Everything you love in this fragile little dream
“You Were The Cancer” – Thursday