U bent niet Belgisch
Just because you own a cyclocross bike and enter all the local B masters races, it doesn’t automatically mean you’ve ever been to Belgium or can speak Flemish.
So please, for the love of all things holy, you can stop with apeing Benelux culture. Waffles and chocolate, drinking abbey beers, wearing stupid scarves, and the Lion of Flanders have nothing to do with riding your bike around a muddy field in New England.
So just stop, and please concentrate a little bit more on training and a little less obsessing over Fritas or which goofy outfit to wear for spectating at nationals on your stupid fuckin’ blogs.
