I Screwed Up Unbound Gravel 200 So You Don’t Have To
For no reason, I started screaming. No one heard my screams. I was 168 miles into Unbound 200, and by this time, the 960 or so starters had shattered against the miles, steep hills, and humid blast furnace of Kansas in early June. Riders were spaced every half mile down endless stretches of dust in …
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