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In September of 2021, a young woman named Anna Mariah Wilson, who everyone knew as just Mo,

stood in front of a cheering crowd at the end of a long outdoor bike path in Idaho.

Mo had just finished a grueling gravel race, which is a cycling race on very difficult terrain. And it was clear to everyone

in the crowd who was cheering that not only was Mo one of the best women cyclists in the country,

she was actually quickly becoming the face of the sport. Like all the other competitors,

Moe was a highly trained athlete and in peak physical condition.

But her brute athleticism was upset by a bright smile, her long Auburn hair, and a true love for talking to anybody and everybody.

And it was this combination of her athletic skill, outgoing personality, and her natural comfort in front of cameras

and on social media that made her the perfect ambassador for the growing sport of gravel racing.

And on this particular day, at this race in Idaho, there was one person in particular who just

couldn't take his eyes off of her. He was already one of the most famous male gravel racers in the world,

and when he made his way through the crowd over to Mo,

and Mo turned and saw him,

she knew who he was, and her face lit up,

and she could feel her heart racing a little.

Before long, the two top riders were introducing themselves officially to each other

and having some nice small talk,

not realizing the horrible

chain of events this encounter would spark.

But before we get into that story, if you're a fan of the strange, dark, and mysterious,

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