I think we have all heard someone mention that Gravel is the new kid on the block in cycling. There are plenty of people in the sport that will mark the relatively new genre as a hype or a hipster only experience. One thing is sure, gravel is hot and there are more people than ever before that want to hop on the gravel train.

Again, we woke up with rain ticking on our tent. Luckily everything, but our shoes, stayed dry during the night. Unlike a few other unlucky participants who got everything soaked and had a really bad night. One of the downsides of a wet tent (and clothes) is that it becomes heavier, and when you have to pack all that weight on your bike you know it will be a little tougher today.

We packed our bikes, grabbed our bags and headed out for our first ever “official” gravel bikepacking event in the beautiful Belgium Ardennes. Despite the bad weather forecast and the current Covid-19 situation, around 30 people gathered in a little town called Sy and got ready to tackle the challenging route through the Ardennes.

In times like these we clamp on to the wonderful little adventures that we can experience close to our home. We are very blessed with entrepreneurs like Pathfinder Giro’s main man Yorit Kluitman. Who invests his precious free time organizing awesome events right at the end of your doorstep, that is if you live in […]

This post was supposed to be all about how hard training is and how our shape is developing towards Dirty Kanza’s 200 miles. But since basically Europe and Northern-America are in a lock-down situation due to the Corona virus, we won’t cover those subject as much as we would have liked to.

Last year we were searching for new adventures overseas. Not the usual Granfondo or Bikepacking adventure, no we wanted something different. With the search for new paths to ride we crossed the idea to tackle the 200 miles in Kansas.

We swing our sore legs over our saddles once again. The cold wind makes us shiver. We decide to have breakfast in the city center of Carlisle before tackling the tracks surrounding Hadrian’s Wall. With fresh fuel in our tanks we start riding towards Newcastle, our final destination of our bikepacking adventure.

With just a small electric heater in the Pod, we woke up from cold feet, cold fingers and cold bones. Last night we stayed on top of a hill looking out over Windermere lake in Lake District. Way colder than our previous stay, but just as beautiful.