Following on from the slightly negative thread.
What stories have you got.
On my first 100 miler which I was doing solo. I did not get my nutrition right, my plan was to ride the first 50 and have lunch at a landmark restaurant (The George at Chollerford if anybody knows it) But I did the first half of the ride really quite quickly and it was way too early for lunch at the George, instead of going across the road to the cafe, I pressed on. I got another 20 miles or so when I completely ran out of energy, lay down for a while then pressed on to a village, managed to get in a cafe and had a good feed, In the Cafe was Joe he was just about to leave, In his late 60's at a guess, we had a quick chat, he could see I was on my last legs as far as this ride was concerned and he left. When I got out after about 20 minutes, he was waiting for me outside with his immaculate Joe Waugh bike with chrome forks, he insisted on taking a picture and then he proceeded to lead me out over the next ten miles before he had to peel off. I manged my first 100 miler with his help. I will never forgot him even if our meeting was brief.