I was looking at some of the pictures from PBP07 this morning and it brought back so many memories of that year and of the year I did it in 2003. I plucked a few of the pics that seemed to demonstrate the highs, lows, and in betweens of riding 1200 km in 90 hours or less.
Arriving in France is so great.
Here is the SIR gang the day before start day full of anticipation and nervous energy.
And then the real start line.
Many highs, high fives, and smiles.
And a few lows: Shermers neck and examples of carnage (carnage with energy bar wrapper, carnage by road signs, cafeteria carnage).
And finally the triumphant (?) finish!
The agony and the ecstasy. It is a strange sport.