Liam craved adventure beyond smooth tarmac. One misty morning, he saddled up his gravel bike — sturdy frame, wide tires, ready for anything. The dirt path whispered promises of wild beauty. He pedaled through winding forest trails, loose gravel crunching beneath him, adrenaline humming in his veins. A deer darted across the trail; a hawk circled above. Rain began to fall, turning the path slick, but Liam grinned — this was freedom. No cars, no noise, just him and the raw pulse of nature. As the sun pierced the clouds, he knew: gravel biking wasn’t a hobby. It was a calling.