Gravel routes, mountain passes and the coffee stops in between. Written down so I can ride them again.

Firm tracks, empty campsites and an apple cake worth the detour.

Starting at five is the only way to have the pass to yourself.

Check the wind before choosing direction. I knew this. I did not do it.

White gravel, cypress trees and the best-kept secret in route planning: farm roads.

Twenty kilometres, no plan, one stop for chips.