Plenty of things about Gravel Worlds make me shake in my cleats. There’s the distance: 150 miles out (and two miles up). There’s the late-August heat (and the late-season fatigue). The gravel itself isn’t the tire-eating stuff you find outside Emporia, but it can lull you into problems—convince you it’s packed and fast, then go … More Thoughts (and prayers) on Gravel Worlds 2017