Shifting Gears Without You

Just before the green flag dropped at the Pacific Crest Rally, my fiancé, Wade, stepped in front of my machine.

"Keira, we’re putting Daisy in the primary seat today. You’re going to run block for her."

The world went completely silent around me. I stared at him, my hands frozen on the handlebars.

Wade knew. He knew better than anyone that this was my retirement race. It was my final ride before we were supposed to get married.

It was also my shot at a historic sixth consecutive world title—the one that would cement my legacy as the greatest female rider in the sport's history.