While chatting to a fellow rider on the Nippie Sweetie this weekend, conversation came round to PBP but in particular silly mistakes we had made as PBP virgins. So I thought for the benefit of this years PBP virgins here are the three biggest mistakes I made in the hope no one will be silly enough to repeat them...
1 Get a decent nights sleep before the ride - Bleedin obvious you would think but I failed, as I was being a tight git Aberdonian. Having cycled to St Quentin and used a bivvy bag to save on accommodation costs. Thinking before I traveled what with all the folks in France dying of heat stroke that summer (twas 2003) I would be fine at night and most likely sleeping on top of the bivvy bag not in it. What happened instead? Torrential rain all night my supposedly waterproof bivvy bag leaked like a sieve. I didn't get a wink of sleep as a result by about 4 hours into the ride I had to stop and try and get some kip and never recovered from the sleep deprivation.
2 The Penultimate Control is indeed the Penultimate Control - What the poo am I on about you may ask? Well consider in total I managed about 4 to 5 hours sleep for my 84 hour ride, my neck muscles stopped working with about 30 hours still to go and so was riding with one hand holding up head (more of which in mistake number 3) and the other hand was being used to hold me up, for steering, changing gear and braking.
So needless to say I was a bit puggelt when I arrived at the Penultimate Control. When I got off my bike at the Control a very enthusiastic small portly French gentleman grabbed my hand and shook it vigorously greeting me as if I was his long lost brother and wouldn't let go of my hand and kept telling what I can only assume was praise for my efforts and what I started to think was that I had finished my ride so profuse was his enthusiasm. Having eventually separated myself from him I arrived in what was the most amazing sight an entire gym hall laden with every kind of food imaginable, from roasted chickens to sausages to cake to fantastic patisseries and to top it all free beer. All of which further reinforced my silly notion that yes this indeed was the last Control, "huzza" methinks! I sat down with some elderly Belgium chaps who like me had spotted the free beer as well as patisseries and we all had a good old blether (well heinz French, English plus arm waving type conversation) for an hour, further reinforcing my foolish notion. Eventually having looked a little more carefully at my Brevet card the name of the control I had just got stamped was not St Quentin but was Villaines and so was the penultimate control not the last one at all, dooh
3 Use an artificial aid to support your head when your neck muscles fail - As mentioned above my neck muscles stopped working and even although I had brought a spare pair of bib shorts so I could wear clean ones each day it never entered my thick skull that those spare bib shorts hanging off the saddlebag drying in the sun could be used to support my head by tying them to my helmet and either sitting on the shorts or more likely more securely tying them to the saddle rails. It wasn't till I had finished and saw another rider afflicted with the same problem but obviously more brain power who had done exactly that. Oh yes a secondary mistake I made was to stop at a Pharmacy and buy a neck brace, completely useless for riding a bike!
Well I hope the above helps but more than likely knowing human ingenuity for cocking things up I'm sure you will find your own silly mistakes to make on PBP
Bon Courage!