TdF - ode to an unlikely champion

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In honor of young Thomas Voeckler, the unlikely yet tenacious bearer of the yellow jersey for oh so many days, le Jobob Tour de Couch provides this pre-rest day special feature chronicling the evolution of Monsieur Voeckler's attire.

Stage 6 - just the jersey, ma'am

Stage 7 - now for the matching shorts

Stage 9 - he's now acquired a jaunty yellow helmet

Stage 13 - he's even sporting yellow socks

Stage 14 - yellow shades, but where are the yellow gloves?

On the eve of his inevitable hand-off of the jersey to uh, whatshisname , I tips my hat to this cheeky monkey who, every time you'd think he was down for the count and falling off the back on the two ghastly Pyrenees stages, would take a deep breath and somehow catapult himself back up to the front.

The diva Crazy Jane summed it up nicely:

There's just something incredibly compelling about watching a fresh-faced boy like Voeckler discover what he's made of, and race fans, this kid is made of some good sh!t. Voeckler is top quality, and class and heart like he's shown is about the most delicieux thing the Tour de France could ever have offered up. In short, my pretties, THOMAS VOECKLER RULES, and all of us at Crazy Jane's copy desk think we might be in love. It's the heroism, baby.