Inside Marcel Kittel surveyed the crowd, slightly touching his hair occasionally but mostly gracing the presence of every camera eagerly poised at his every move. Across the halls André Greipel was posing for strangers selfie’s with his trademark toothy grin. Outside a Zeppelin airship drifted across the skyline while the strangely seductive smell of bratwurst lingered over the biergarten. This could only be one place, Friedrichshafen, home of Eurobike 2016.
