Cyclocross Dendermonde

I guess people in Flanders love cyclocross because they want to cheer for the riders as they go to war. It’s a battle against the elements—bitter cold, thick mud, and relentless conditions. The riders hardly advance, fighting for every meter, while the crowd roars with a mix of admiration and madness. And then there’s the crowd itself: dressed like trash, in the best possible way. Why bother with expensive clothes when you know they’ll be caked in mud by the end of the day? It’s raw, unpretentious, and full of life.