I think "to be inspired by PBP", you'd actually have to ride it first. That means you have to go through the qualifying process and all that involves. Taking the setbacks during qualifying galvanised the rider both physically and mentally.
There's a lot more to the event than the 1200 or so km.
As for the event itself, and speaking from experience in 2003, there was a lot that was frankly .........crap.
The pre-ride meal was held in a canteen that was far too small and slow service for the throughput of customers.the holding pen at the start was cramped, although the venue was a sports complex and capable of dealing with the numbers present. The one overriding vision to this day, was the sight of all the emergency exits being chained shut. Well I suppose it wasn't term time
I left in the last group 90hr group at about 23.30. Having recce'd the first 100k or so, progress was very swift to the first control, but the customer service was again crap - and remained so for the duration of the ride. I vividly recall the attendant in charge of the showers at Carhaix. Did he seriously think that only the French understood the abuse he was handing-out wholesale?
Loudeac on the s
econd visit on both visits was like a scene from Apocalypse Now! I really did expect to see Michael Sheene walking through the complex with Marlon Brando's severed head.
A small group of about half a dozen of us were "forgotton about" in one of the dorms. Sure we should have woken - up, and I would have - if it wasn't for the fact that my alarm clock was taken from me. The pretext being it would wake others - what frickin others? We were all planning to leave together. My bike went on walkabout, to be fair it was still chained to the barrier I was told to secure it to, it just where I left it. The staff were considerate, in broken English the guys told me to wait and they will bring my bike to me. I will never forget the sight of about half a dozen sleepy french men carrying a huge section of railing with my bike attached. How could I not be impressed.
I recall one of the group casually asking "100 in 8 anyone"? Universally the answer was no, so we all made our way back (via controls) to Paris. The last control was in full celebration mode, there was a banquet on a long set of trestle tables, and we were not allowed to leave until we had eaten and drank far too much. We made our way back to Paris despite many of the route markers being taken for souvenirs (so the recce was of use). We were knocking - out in excess of 20 mph for the last couple hours.
As for the route, it's not inspiring - you will find better on just about (if not) all rides of almost any length. PBP remains the holy grail because it was the first to do what it does, be it bad, average or otherwise.
I'm the first to say that the ACP acted on a lot of criticism that was passed back to them following the 2003 event..
What made the ride for me was the unofficial controls/village parties/local support particularly from the Bretagne people.The almost universal camaraderie between cyclists when they realise that cycling 1200km is the least of their worries
Be inspired by the audacious capacity of those that come back with their experiences.