I’ve never seen a gravel road over 35. I used to run 50 on gravel and that was entirely too fast. If anything happens that you need to slow down for you don’t stand a chance.
Most of mine were long and straight. A lot of hills, but I knew which hills had intersections and entrances to properties, so I never got caught off guard by other vehicles. Nothing but farms and big, big houses on big plots of land.
I always kept it under the speed limit, because whenever someone wrecked out there, gravel or asphalt, it usually involved serious injuries or fatalities.
When I first got on that route, the paved roads were the scariest part. Most of the time, the speed limit on those were 65 MPH. Like said earlier, this was a pretty wealthy area. Most of the homes were well off the road, if you could see them at all. All I had to go on were the numbers on the mailboxes.
And the paved roads were always busier than the gravel ones. So I’m going about 50-55MPH, trying to see small numbers on a mailbox. And out in the sticks, the addresses never seemed to run in any logical order. 9900, 9910, 9970, 9972...crap like that.
So until I gained some area knowledge, it was super stressful trying to find an address at 50 MPH, while a line of cars were on my bumper, trying to get around me.
Those first few weeks, I’d either pull into the wrong driveway, pass the right one and have to drive a few miles down the road to turn around, or get lucky and guess right. I don’t think my brain ever worked harder, trying to memorize mailboxes and landmarks.
Great route, though, once I got my bearings. Those country folks were just a lot more easy going and friendly than us city folks.
But that gravel was a dealbreaker for me.