The Gravel Roads

Welcome to the race that will make you reconsider the concept of “comfort.”

The “Paris-Roubaix” of the poor, where instead of legendary cobblestones, you’ll find dirt roads that will make you regret every single meter of asphalt.

The stones of the Hell of the North are now a distant memory. Here, dust, mud, and potholes take center stage, and the cobbles? Those are for the weak.

29 sections of white roads, where each sector is a stage of emotions.
It has no spotlights, no glossy magazine covers, yet it manages to steal your heart… and maybe even a few bike bolts.

The white road is slow, dusty, and seems designed to make you regret having passed through. But then, as soon as you get on it, everything changes. It becomes an experience, a challenge, a poem in the form of gravel and dirt. There is nothing “sacred” about these roads, unless you consider sacred the miracle of making it to the end without flipping over.

Putting wheels on a white road is like flipping a switch: you leave the asphalt and with it, every certainty. You enter a world made of gravel, potholes, dust, and sounds you didn’t even know existed. You hear the “crunch” of the wheels on the gravel and immediately realize that this is not a joke.

Every pothole is a memory, every bump an emotion. You pedal slower, but you live stronger.