06/01/2026
Kansas had a full agenda on Saturday: mud, storms, heat, repeat. Riders came through caked head to toe, pushed through flooded crossings, and somehow kept pedaling when most people would’ve called an Uber. Unbound 200 delivered every bit of its reputation and then some.
As for me, my day started breaking my speedlight at the start line. Running to the car, it just snapped of the hot shoe. I hit the mud at Mile 115. Went down on my butt, cameras flying out of my hands and rolling through the mud, surrounded by a full audience of fellow photographers who absolutely witnessed every second of it.
After that it was soaked through at Mile 100 when the rain arrived, then slow-roasting in the Kansas heat for the last third. Riders and photographer alike, nobody walked away clean today.