Best dang sleep I've had in years -- lobby floor of the Currie, NC post office:
Irregular Velo Adventures: May-14/15: Morrisville 600 km Brevet
But on NC-210, I am dangerously nodding off. 9 miles to Currie.
9 miles of nodding hell.
The Currie Post Office looks really good.
Robert stops with me. We bid adieu to John and Rob. We'll not see them again.
The Post Office lobby was open, and warm.
Off with the shoes and helmet.
Empty the back pockets.
Use my rain-and-cold-gear filled "shoe-bag" as a pillow.
Roberts follows a similar regimine.
He does mention that he is concerned about getting back up off the floor later.
I'm already laying down, back on the floor, head on "pillow".
I try to set the count-down alarm on my watch to 17 minutes, but get it stopped on 19 minutes.
That's what I told Robert.
According to the only eye-and-ear witness, I was cutting logs within a minute.
Robert took longer to fall asleep. Claiming my Zzz's kept him awake for a bit.
Robert woke me at 3:30 a.m.. I guess he called my name, probably repeatedly.
Neither of us have any idea how long we have been asleep.
Robert mentions that he heard my watch alarm, and thought, "oh, I need to wake Martin."
But he thinks he instantly fell back asleep.
I think it had been a little after 1:00 a.m. when we had left the Hess control.
It was now 3:30 a.m.. I could look at a map and guestimate how long we slept. But I haven't.
If you should be so foolish as to follow the link above to the entire 600k report, you'll learn that I did NOT manage to set my alarm for 19 minutes.
Three different times at two different locations, I've slept sitting at picnic tables, head on my forearms on the table surface. (I won't bother with the links, but all three episodes are reported on my blog.)
In 2013, on the same 600k course mentioned above, my friend Bob took a mid-day nap on the stoop of a church "activity" building (not the church-proper). Bob's full ride report.
At one point, he suggested I sit down on the steps of a church building to cool off. That helped for a few minutes, and then I decided I really needed to try out the porch mat for comfort. After what seemed like at least half an hour, I heard a train whistle and commented "that must be the alarm clock. It's time to go." I sat up and Martin looked at me. "You have only been asleep for a minute. Lay back down." Me: "Are you sure?" Martin: "Yes. You need to rest some more."
And, for those "planning" for PBP, this from my friend Robert, regarding his 2011 experience:
Irregular Velo Adventures: Paris - Brest 2011 Adventure
The Wolf and the Toilet
After seeing the Quiet Italian I was shook and figured to avoid his same demise I would stop and take a short nap. It looked like a deserted house in the middle of fields. Stopping and pulling out my bivvy bag as it was cold, I climbed into the bag and laid on the ground. As I started to sleep, I heard this unique sound like a long howl.....not believing my ears, I sat up and heard it again. It was real. I did not want the Wolf to eat me in a field in the middle of France. I got back on the bike, the pain was still there and pedaled to the next village looking for someplace safe. Public toilettes...yes, that might work. Luckily for me it was open and the tile floor was very soft. Before I closed my eyes I put my feet to the door as I noticed it opened both ways. I did not want the Wolf to come in.
Robert acknowledges that the Wolf was an hallucination.
(The "DNF" portion of Robert's report made it into the RUSA PBP-2011 special edition of "American Randonneur." I can't locate my copy of that, but Robert's report (linked to above) contains the original version of that text.)