Australia is often referred to as the Land Down Under. But it’s a lot more than marsupials, the Coriolis effect, a horribly long flight across the Pacific Ocean and the Sydney Harbour Bridge. There is a small but growing community of like-minded gravel cyclist types in my Australian homeland, who are equally as passionate as those I’ve met in other parts of the world.
Courtesy of some recent contributions to my favourite Aussie gravel website, Graveleur (G’day James!), I’m sharing those and some of my personal photos, taken during my annual trips home to the Land Down Under. Enjoy!
If you have a nice collection of gravel cycling images from your location (originals only please, nobody else’s work) and are interested in sharing them with the Gravel Cyclist audience, please contact us.
……or Central Victoria.
Over five years ago I made a very deliberate decision to mostly quit road riding after years and years of training and racing and to try this “Gravel” stuff. I was hooked after my first ride.
It has renewed my love of riding, and the hidden treasures down each quiet unknown lane, around each alluring bend or torturous climb, well, I think all of my fellow Gravel Cyclists know what I mean, no matter where we live. We sigh with contentment.
If you’re ever over Perth way, I’ll take you to some cool places in the hills.
Jemima, you are on… embarrassingly enough, I have not visited Western Australia, so this needs to happen. I’ll reach out to you via email, thank you.
……or Central Victoria.
Over five years ago I made a very deliberate decision to mostly quit road riding after years and years of training and racing and to try this “Gravel” stuff. I was hooked after my first ride.
It has renewed my love of riding, and the hidden treasures down each quiet unknown lane, around each alluring bend or torturous climb, well, I think all of my fellow Gravel Cyclists know what I mean, no matter where we live. We sigh with contentment.
There is indeed life after road racing. Even better.