Although I’m pretty sure that real vikings never wore Levis under their tunics. Or had helicopters.
Voigt will always be known to me for crashing in the 2010 Tour de France, and then borrowing a kid’s bike and riding it several miles until he reached his spare racing bike. He’s currently in 65th place overall after Stage 16.
Voigt is adored because he rides a bike like it’s his last day on it. He is full gas, always. A race like the Tour de France can be maddeningly conservative—riders at the top of the standings watch each other, cover attacks, avoid risks, do just enough to cling to their position.
But Jens? Jens pummels the race. He rides like he’s fleeing a bank heist. He rides like he’s got a paper route with 100,000 papers. Voigt on a bike is a boxing match—relentless, confrontational, jabbing, punching, attacking.
If Voigt wins this Tour de France, they’ll have to create a German Mt. Rushmore and include him, Dirk Nowitzki, Beethoven and David Hasselhoff.
