Guest Article: Giro d’Italia in Denmark
Morten Okbo joins us on the second rest day of il Giro (even though it really feels like only the first rest day) to tell the tale of the Giro making its start in his homeland of Denmark. Morten is a long-time reader of Velominati, but distinguishes himself amongst our Guest Contributors as also being a contributor for Rouleur, one of our principle muses. Morten is a musician – either by trade or by heart – but finds a way to write and to follow the Grand Tours in person. Stand by for more contributions as the season chugs on.
Morten has also managed to drag his photographer, Jakob Kristian Sørensen, down to our level. This post has been updated to include a second photo album courtesy of Jakob.
Yours in Cycling, Frank
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This was in 2010, I think. And it began as a joke. Then a friend on the inside sent an email. Now it was no joke. Absolutely no joke, it read. Frankly, my photographer and I were a little bewildered. Rumours had circulated for a long time but nobody really believed it; Il Giro would start in the city of Herning, Denmark. Listen, I said to anyone who would listen; We’ve already secured the UCI Road World Championships in Copenhagen 2011. There wouldn’t be a GT in Denmark for thirty years now, if ever.
Besides, why would the Italians look to the north in May? Sure, it could be sunny here. Hell, even warm some days. But also with possible thunderstorms. Or howling winds bringing cold weather from (a) The North Sea. (b) The Fjells of Norway or (c) Siberia.
Call Cunego for a comment, I emailed back and got out of the bathtub.
Time passed. Now we hear Monaco is making their bid for the start. Having just spent 10 days in Cannes I thought; Yep, that’s more like it! The slopes of Southern France are perfect because, well, because they ARE! I was getting tired of the whole thing; what were we doing talking about Denmark and the Giro!?
Then it shifted. Word got out that Washington DC was in the race for the start. I laughed. Those silly americans. Do we want jetlagged riders doing a TTT in Verona? Now there’s a rubric. But I was not so sure anymore. It all seemed random now and the race organizers, unlike Le Tour, were never known to be traditionalists.
Of course, Bjarne Riis was looming in the background. The man is born and raised in Herning – cycling city numero uno in Denmark. Also; Riis was wearing his smirk. Everytime the subject came up, Jakob – my photographer – and I exchanged glances.
Fast forward.
Two weeks ago Giro d’Italia arrived in Denmark. There it was. And there was Riis. The smirk. The city of Herning was hosting the start and everything had turned pink. The slogan dropped down from RCS was this; Think Pink! So the people of Herning had painted their buildings pink. Trees. Bicycles, cars. In every shopping window the owners had found something, anything, to spraypaint. 70,000 pink tulips had been planted in every round-about in the city. The local football team changed jersey! Their newspaper look like La Gazzetta Dello Sport? A home for retired people had painted a rollator pink and hung it from a tree!
I’ll tell you what, I said to Jakob as we rolled into town: Our city of Aarhus could never have done this. We are too uptight. Think Museum of Art, The Old Theater, the ridiculously expensive cafees. The University. No. Our city is too big for this. And therefore too provincial.
Jakob said, Did you know that the Giro actually offered our mayor stage 3?
You got to be kidding!
Nope, he continued. But the idiot said no. Apparently it was too expensive. About a million bucks. Then Herning apologized to the Italians who had called back puzzled. Herning then suggested Horsens instead and the first person who picked up the call at City Hall said ‘Yes, thank you very much!’
Oh, god.
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And then it was over. For three days the race was here. The public, the media, even the Royal Family embraced this as if Il Giro was our homecoming queen. And then it struck me: Of course! Pink is pork in my corner of the world. Danish bacon. Pick up pork next time you go shopping. The company is called Danish Crown. Crown Prince Pink Pork. 20 million pigs and five million danes were welcoming pink home to the Motherland.
Of course, Il Giro fit right in!
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Jakob Kristian Sørensen’s Album:
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@frank
When I saw this I thought of one thing : The Sopranos chilling out in front of Satriale’s
@frank
So your only problem with his proposal was that he was already married? I guess it’s fortunate that you spotted the ring…
@Bianchi Denti
I highlighted the part of my post that answers your question. I understand its hard for you to read, though, when I’m using all five vowels; in EnZed, of course, its customary to use the just the one: the letter “I”.
So this previous paragraph would look like this to you:
@San Tonio
Nicely done, my man.
Min, wi’r ginni hiv thi bist bik ship ivir ind i sign in thi will thit siys “NI FRINKS”
@minion
Sweet (swiit)!
Can’t help thinking of the Knights that say ‘Ni!’ from Monty Python.
@frank
Your Belgian Cycling Fan — to fat to climb.
@versio
That is awesome and disturbing in the same photo.
@scaler911
Haha. I’m all to familiar with these kinda folks then. They made my camping trip last week very eventful. It really ended with a bang.
@scaler911
I was thinking exactly the same thing.
@RedRanger
Given that you’re from Arizona, I’m imagining the ‘bang’ involved explosive ordinance?
@mouse
It involves a revolver a chopper and some one saying “you don’t have a hair on your balls”
@Gianni
People in Denmark drink? I’m Irish, we drink. A shit ton. The VMH is a German, and they don’t fuck around either. The velomirugger is genetically predisposed to do some serious damage at frat parties in a few years. I thought the Danes knitted sweaters out of Alpacas or something.
@scaler911
Nordic drinking. They seem all pulled together then periodically get blind drunk on aquavit or whatever. Being Scandanavian their gov’ts tax the hell out of the stuff so they get on the ferry to Estonia, etc. and export their blackout sessions.
after doing 90 km in the hilly outskirts of aarhus – which to us it’s the tour of belgium, we argue about this forever although we are probably in belgium 3-4 times a year, which does not help. belgium is ALWAYS mysterious, last night jakob and i, plus a couple of domestiques, drank too much – celebrating jakobs return from the giro – while smoking our usual cia-stash handed down from mcquaid.
so. holland is holland. denmark is denmark. umbria is not lazio is not toscany. if you say brussels in liege you get a LOOK that could make lance envy. if you mention munich in hamburg they shrug. napoli hates rome and rome hates milano. germans love the italians but do not respect them. italians respect the germans but don’t love them. (knowing they were never thorough fascists, if you get my meaning…) stockholm thinks copenhagen is full of whimps but that’s okay because stockholm is just SOO full of itself, which you can never say out loud to stockholmers. english people believe they rule the world and germans know they do, quiet as it’s kept.
this goes on and on all over europe.
i’m floating this; shouldn’t it be in the great book of rules – know your geography, get to know your basics. as a european i want to know what the east coast thinks of the west coast. what does for example boston think of seattle? new york of new orleans. philly of kansas? americans of mexicans? what does canada think of the U.S?
anyhow, all we ever argue about after midnight is how much carbon bikes suck!
@morten okbo
“anyhow, all we ever argue about after midnight is how much carbon bikes suck!”
amen!
@frank
As a Dane most bogan Aussies think the exact reverse & assume I mean I’m Dutch so the problem goes both ways when it comes to ignorance about those far away countries in Euroland…
@morten okbo
Brilliant.
The West Coast is mellow and relaxed, and the East Coast is filled with a bunch of uptight and inflexible idiots. On the West Coast, people wander into the office around 9 or 10, on the East Coast they are at their desks (wearing their suits and ties) by 7am. I have conference calls with them all the time and they won’t hesitate for an instant to insist that I join them on a call at the start of THEIR day, which turns out to be four or five in the morning for me.
New Orleans is jazzy and hip, Florida is filled with old people, the South is filled with religious nutjobs, everyone in Texas drives SUV’s and hates everyone not from Texas, New York is the center of the world, San Francisco is the coolest town in the country, Seattle is filled with coffee, rain and flannel, LA is filled with assholes, and the rest of the country does nothing.
The US likes Canada but doesn’t respect it, and Canada thinks its important.
I think that covers it.
@frank
At least you got that part right.
NY really is the coolest city in the US. not saying that cause I-m from there.
@frank, @RedRanger
Discussion not complete without this:
@frank
(Walter Donovan voice) “Be careful and don’t trust anyone.“
flannel in seattle. haha ha!
@frank
Scottish Cycling Fan gets you this which is way cooler: