It is interesting to see how racers are treated differently because they come from countries not considered trendy. I noticed when I watched Liège-Bastogne-Liège, and Vincenzo Nibali had the lead. The commentators were going on and on about Nibali's countrymen in the crowd. But when Maxim Iglinski surged, they became almost silent. Of course Kasakh fans were not numerous in the crowd. I am reminded of Peter Sagan, who I saw as a rising star some time ago. He was slow to get recognition. How many Slovak fans are along the course when he races? There is something poignant about these racers, so far from home, family, friends, and all that is familiar. And yet they win.
I did some road racing in the days of wool, and some mountain bike racing as well. When the after-race beer trucks stopped coming to MB races, I did too. I once had a gig as a bike messenger. At Western Union in '69 in SF, there were no fixed gears or tight pants, just cheap bikes and low pay!