Last year, I went to Belgium in January. It was a cycling pilgrimage if I’m being honest. It was great. Soaking up the culture and seeing how other humans exist always feels good, even if it creates tension in our otherwise comfortable lives. One of my favorite aspects of the cycling world in this tiny, beer-drinking country was to see how they have built the cycling world to make spaces for all types of people. They understand and value what everyone brings to the community. In general, everyone rides (and RESPECTS) bikes on the roads, and racers are treated with a level of awe that felt great to see. By seeing all the different strata of cycling and sport, they value and find places for everyone to fit in. It is a normal thing. Children get to idolize the fast people and ride on the race course early to the cheering fans. Businesses can sell fried food, drinks, and photos of racers to the people. Teams and industry sponsors are there making sure riders are ready and happy to sign autographs, etc. My favorite aspect is seeing the old people (usually men…) dressed in old team jackets with scarves and cycling caps. This is a life goal for me and the nexus where 90’s messenger vibes, euro race style, and function all meet up in my own life, and I love it. Everyone shows up to help, including parents and friends. Everyone is a supporter in their own way and is seen as a viable part of the culture. I love this niche.
