Just listened to the podcast - excellent stuff.
A footnote to the story of hallucinations during the wet cold night on the A19 on the 1993 LEL - Steve (or 'that curly-haired youngster on the Moulton', as he was known then) says he saw people (some naked) at the side of the road cheering him on.
My memory of that stretch of road (apart from the cold and the wet) is riding with Ann and Bernard Dawes somewhere just south of Thirsk, and seeing two red lights in the murkiness ahead. One was steady, but the other was moving up and down in a gentle rhythm, as if the rider were playing with a fancy LED-equipped yo-yo. I gradually became mesmerised by these lights. Bernard soon identified the rider, but only when we got much closer did I realise that Steve had an LED attached to the back of his shoe.
Fast forward 20 years to LEL 2013, it's not long after daybreak, and I'm dragging myself along the B7076 between Gretna and Lockerbie with Frenchman Bruno. Steve comes flying past on his orange Moulton, fumbles in the pocket of his baggy shorts and, pausing only look over his shoulder with a huge grin, demonstrates his yo-yoing skills as he disappears into the distance. Cue laughter and bemused Bruno.