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There's lots of different kinds of cycling.

They're all tough, but gravel racing can be especially brutal.

We're talking unpaved roads through farmland and forests,

over mountain passes and creek beds in conditions that can flip from scorching heat to freezing rain

in a matter of hours. Races stretch anywhere from 100 to 300 miles. There's no support crew,

no pit stops. If your tire blows out 20 miles from the nearest gas station,

you deal with it yourself or you're done. The people who gravel race at the highest level are a

tight-knit group. They travel the country together, compete against each other week after week,

and crash on each other's couches between events. Friendships and rivalries form fast, and romance can bloom just as easily.

Lines blur, boundaries get messy, and in a community that small, there's nowhere to hide when things go wrong.

Anna Mariah Wilson, or as her friends knew her Mo, knew this firsthand.

By the spring of 2022, the 25-year-old was fully sponsored and

tearing through the competition like nobody the sport had ever seen. Journalists were calling her

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