Gravel evangelists sometimes like to compare this mix to a mullet haircut: “Business at the front, party at the back.” Emporia, a low-rise college town, had been filling with video crews and podcasters.
Like a big-city marathon, a typical gravel race is both an élite contest and, at the rear, something less pressing. Indeed, the Kansas event, Unbound Gravel, can now fairly describe itself as the most important in all of American competitive cycling-even if many of the hundreds who pay to ride in it each year have little competitive ambition beyond not giving up. Gravel bikes, and gravel racing, have since proliferated-at a time when American participation in racing of the Lance Armstrong kind (skinnier tires, lighter frames) has been in decline. “Gravel” became a cycling term only about a decade ago, to describe machines that are a compromise, in weight and handling, between road bikes and mountain bikes. The event is the biggest in the new niche sport of gravel-bike racing-a form of slog that presents itself as both a solo endurance test and a party in the mud. These cyclists had travelled to Emporia to compete in races the following day, in which most of them would ride for two hundred miles, on rolling unpaved roads, for at least nine and a half hours. By five-thirty, a few dozen women and men had collected in the dark. The riders hugged their bike lights blinked. These were professional athletes as well as serious amateurs, on high-end bikes that click-clicked loudly while coming to a stop.
One morning in June, before dawn, cyclists began gathering at an intersection in Emporia, Kansas, to remember the victim of a recent murder.
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