My parking lot is dirt. Makes for some dusty days when some yahoo goes all Dukes of Hazzard through it, but I like it. Old school. I also like riding my road bike on dirt roads. Makes me feel a bit of what it felt like to ride and race road bikes in the early part of the last century. When men were men and men road bikes with one gear, bandolier style spare tire, and cork topped water bottles. You had to really want to ride a bike in those days.
So, it always cracks me up when I see someone walking his bike through my parking lot. Caught this guy walking (and carrying even!) though the lot today. Maybe it's me, but if your bike can't take 30 yards of graded dirt parking lot, I'm not sure I'd want to spend much time on the road with it. The thing that further gets me is he's waking on his road cleats that is far worse than riding the bike in the dirt. "Hey, why can't I get out of my pedal?"
(What's playing: Johnny Cash Down There By the Train - actually, I've got the whole American Recordings playlist going)