I don't want to put a dampener on the enthusiasm, but...
Whilst I admire this determination to break a long-standing cycling record, I can't help a sense of regret at the futility of the attempt. Maybe my age is a factor, and that I am highly unlikely to EVER ride 205 miles (330km) in ONE day, let alone average that over an entire year, but... Isn't there supposed to be life outside of cycling?
Spending an entire year in that pursuit seems to me to be such a tragic waste or misuse of the limited time we're given. The loneliness, dogged persistence, and the loved ones (and others) whose lives are on hold while you pursue YOUR dream seems very self-indulgent. Add to that the near certainty of long term injury, and I can't see the value in it.
I also note he's 11 days in, and averaging about 20 miles less than he needs. I suppose the plan is to make those up over summer, but at what point do you throw in the towel, as the goal gets further away?
As they say, YMMV,