![]() 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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