I had the privilege to travel to Poland for two months this summer. I took my bike so that I would not turn into a raving idiotic lunatic. Needless to say, I was able to ride more days than not. Here are some pictures of the Polish roads that I became friends with...
The area of Poland that I stayed had every imaginable type of road surface, I rode my cross bike fitted with Challenge Paris Roubaix 27s. They measure out to just at 29mm, and they are at home in the dirt, gravel, pavement, and pave. They were great because the roads ranged from buttery smooth to bombed out broken asphalt and everything in between.
I tried and tried to learn/pronounce the names of the villages that I visited. This is not an easy task, Polish is super hard for me to speak and most assuredly read.
I don't know why I have such a fascination with cobbles. They are painful. Hard. Rough. But, something about riding them is beautiful. These were put here by the Germans during their occupation in WWII.
Not much of a gutter for respite. Just put it in the big ring and gut it out, it feels so good when you are finished with a sector like this.
From farmland to forest and back again, but no elevation change. It is super flat here.
It may be flat, but it is so beautiful.
