Riding drunk

worst experience with this was long time ago
I remeber dragging my bike down oxford st cause i couldn't ride, then a flash of a memory of riding around old st round about, then throwing up in my shirt in my bed.
not to be attempted again

I've often been guilty of cycling in states where i can't walk but the cadence of my rolling bike & my own inertia keeps me on. I do get concerned for the those journeys where i don't remember getting home and have had to travel through many 1-way systems which I'm sure I've ignored along with a series of other rules, however i don't remember so can't fault myself when i wake up.

Recently getting drunk & doing time trials around my block is my latest drunk-idiot-on-a-bike passion.

couple of years ago i remember dragging my bike down shaftsbury cause i was to drunk to ride or wheel it.
next thing i remember is being on my bike at old st round about.
then waking up with my bad brains t-shirt covered in spew.

worst experience with this was long time ago
I remeber dragging my bike down oxford st cause i couldn't ride, then a flash of a memory of riding around old st round about, then throwing up in my shirt in my bed.
not to be attempted again

I think you need to cut down a bit!

In Norway (where I'm from originally) they actually confiscate your drivers licence if you get caught drunk on your bike! If you don't have a licence its a hefty fine (£2000+)

Saying that (after reading that depressing thread on the Holloway Road accident / even if this wasn't alcohol related): I think they should get a bit stricter on the drunk cycling thing here too. It's not just the cyclist who can get harmed ;)

i have to say cycling drunk is a real intense pleasure. It's a bit like playing pool though - my ability gets better and better (probly in my head) and then i just get plain reckless and keep having inner monologues with myself to slow down. But I never can.

Interestingly I would rather ride drunk than stoned. I'd rather do anything else stoned though...

Agree on the pool comparison. There is a three pint plateau when you are ace and form there it all goes downhill...

I've recently realised that it's a good idea to switch off my bike's flashing LED lamps while taking an excessive-alcohol-induced piss in a dark alley or corner, as it probably looks a like some kind of a weird disco.

After the polo comp, lots of beer all day, and tequila, I stupidly wobbled home after Stelle put my helmet on. I remember trying to navigate the narrow bike lane on Pitfield st which seemed to be a tyre width.

Then nothing.

Then on the floor.

Then at home trying to get my bike up the communal stairs with gravity battling my every move.

Woke up with blood all over the duvet.
Got up for work and there were streaks of elbow blood all over the walls of the stairs.

Bad news.
Not riding that drunk again.

All I know is that after more than 4 pints I must not a) try to bunnyhop up kerbs, b) ride down steps on my mtb.

^^^ is what you need when you let somebody (ferris) ride your bike, and you and he are pissed!

God help us if some doink from the Anti Cycling League gets on here, reads all of these testimonies and sends them off to the London papers.

But yeah, I do enjoy riding drunk, and last week raced my friend from Camden to West Ken and probably had the best ride of my life. Boner inducing stuff.

Had an interesting experience recently.

Getting home involved negotiating one of the busiest roads in the city and complicated muti-lane junctions.

I could bareley stand but decided to give it a shot because I needed to get home.

My eyes kept closing, and I kept zoning out. Id say I only had my 'wits' about 15% of the time. The road seemed so unfamiliar and so unusually busy. Yet so weary, I just wanted to ley down for a nap.

Got there eventually, even managed to trackstand at every opportunity.

I felt lucky to get home.

God help us if some doink from the Anti Cycling League gets on here, reads all of these testimonies and sends them off to the London papers.

But yeah, I do enjoy riding drunk, and last week raced my friend from Camden to West Ken and probably had the best ride of my life. Boner inducing stuff.

Best ride of my life was also a drunken race with a mate - from Hampstead to Homerton.

I've recently realised that it's a good idea to switch off my bike's flashing LED lamps while taking an excessive-alcohol-induced piss in a dark alley or corner, as it probably looks a like some kind of a weird disco.

+1 for the giggle.

I have lost times the amount of times I have crashed riding pissed up.

However the stupidest time was when I saw a copper car and I thought to myself "make sure you ride nice and straight and don't wobble otherwise they'll pull you over".

The first thing I did was ride straight into the Curb and fall in a hedge. Luckily the cops must not have seen me.

Riding drunk isn't so bad. It is dismounting that always gets me...

I spend about 50% of my time on the bike drunk. I cycle into work sober, hit the pub hard afterwards and cycle home. Worst time for me was recently when I had to use the curbs (BOTH sides of the road) as alignment markers!!! Got back ok though (5 mile commute). I've lost count of the number of times I've forgotten how I got home. The amazing thing is I keep my bike in the cellar of my building - how I haven't broken my neck carrying the bike down there is anyone's guess.

My best drunk cycling experience was when I raced Aidan (turd) from Masons' yard white cube to brick lane, after indulging in about 6 or 7 asahi's each. Most of the race took place on the wrong side of the road while laughing.

had a few drunken accidents

first was riding home from old bailey to roman road, after countless pints and some spirits. when I tried to sit on the bike at the end of the night i understood, that am too drunk and can't even see straight. after 20mins (?) of preparing and putting myself together I rode through brick streets near st.pauls and fell down hitting my elbow and my ear, the earphone, which I was wearing at the time got smashed into pieces. nothing serious tho'

other stories not so interesting or just can't remember how I got home, something like hugging a lamp post or trying to jump on the kerb and failing. just scratches and sore head in the morning. promised myself, that I won't ride whilst drunk anymore.

ah, and once was drunk and very stoned - couldn't understand where i was, had to ride in circles, till i saw the light at the end of a tunnel.

I recorded a whole song I'd made up into a mate's voicemail on one ride home from a once-typical piss up at work.. those were the days..

Jeez, what a bunch of wusses. It's trying to ride sober that's the real difficulty...

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Yet so weary, I just wanted to ley down for a nap.

Got there eventually, even managed to trackstand at every opportunity.
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Ridden a couple of times after having partaken of the amber liquid, last time was about 4 pints and a big feed. With 25 miles already done that day and another 12 to get home, I remember going from strong to weak in seconds when it normally comes on gradually. I must've gone all out for home and burned my self out.

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Worst time for me was recently when I had to use the curbs (BOTH sides of the road) as alignment markers!!! Got back ok though (5 mile commute)...

You probably traveled double the distance weaving from one side to the other.

my worst ever drunk ride was from old st to dalston one night after an impromtu night watching the football. kept falling off at 2mph, actually feel asleep at one point lying on the pavement still stradling the bike. I missed my eurostar the next morning. Twat.

I just woke up my housemates laughing at this. Fcking classic mate.

Riding drunk one night & after much class A, I crashed into a pothole/roadworks & fell off. a car pulled up and this tall handsome man got out and helped me to my feet, he cradled me in his arms; he wore black leather and had white wings and I was transported, into the night, above the city, I will never forget his kindness

^ Clearly this guy