One man’s quest to find out what’s up with this gravel bike craze We were somewhere around mile 135 when the Tailwind electrolyte concoction began to take hold. I remember saying something like, “I’m feeling great; maybe I should pull for a bit…” And suddenly there was a terrible roar around our three-person peloton asContinue reading “Trinidad: a cyclists’ diamond in the rough”
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